“…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