”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
(… som skrivit den fina boken Bird by bird, om skrivande och annat. Citatet dock inte därfrån (tror jag?) utan snubblat över på nätet.)
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