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
(via the59thstreetbridge)

androgenius7:

A reminder to those who need it today: It is okay to be confused.  Never let the argument “You’re just confused” invalidate or intimidate you.  You don’t have to have your mind made up in order to be valid or for your experience to be real.  What you feel is real.  Even if you don’t know what those feelings are or how long it will last.  You have a right to make decisions and change your labels, identity, etc. when they no longer fit you.