Oh my God, what if you wake up
some day, and you're 65, or 75, and
you never got your memoir or novel
written; or you didn't go swimming
in warm pools and oceans all those
years because your thighs were
jiggly and you had a nice big
comfortable tummy; or you were
just so strung out on perfectionism
and people-pleasing that you forgot
to have a big juicy creative life, of
imagination and radical silliness and
staring off into space like when you
were a kid? It's going to break your
heart. Don't let that happen.
~Anne Lamott
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