"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."
"Growth is painful. Change is painful.But nothing is as painful as staying stuck somewhere you don’t belong."
Successful Sunday so far. Three dinners three lunches. #ifeelold
"Am I too sensitive or am I right to be upset about it?" A musical.
I’ve really missed this space. Hello, tumblr. We meet again.