“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 or oceans all those years
because your thighs were jiggly and you had a nice big comfortable tummy.
Or you were so strung out on perfectionism and people-pleasing
that you forgot to have a big, juicy, creative life, of imagination
and radical stillness 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