“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 this happen.” — Anne Lamott
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I am 65, 66 on Monday. I have not climbed Mount Everest or been to Europe, but have instead plumbed personal relationships and literature to my hearts content. Friendship forever! Thanks for this reminder that life is for the living.
You’re welcome. Yes, life is to be lived and we all get to decide how to do that. I am glad for every reminder, and for all the people who have helped me get un-strung from various kinds of bullshit.
And happy birthday!