“…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.

Pick a new direction, one you wouldn’t mind ending up at, and aim for that.

Shoot for the moon.”

~ Anne Lamott, Bird by Bird