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 parlouz)

As much as I’m enjoying being in Gozo, I’m very excited to go home. I miss Charlie a lot. This holiday has made me realise that life’s too short, I need to see more places and do more things with my life. I don’t wanna be tied to a job I hate for the rest of my life, not being able to take holidays because I’ve got too much responsibility. I’m under far too much pressure for a 20 year old. I’m not gonna want to come home from Australia.