“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 those 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
Take a break from your rules and requirements.
No permission slips.
Let go of mindsets and stories that say you can’t do it or even try it.
Try and fail and do it again.
Fun is a worthy pursuit that compounds joy.
Explore, iterate, slap paint on the canvas.
Never will we regret having too much fun.
We can’t carry everything.
Hold what is necessary and put the rest down.
Imperfect and beautiful.
Dreaming and loitering in delight required daily curriculum.
Fly a kite. Skip rope. Dance the polka.
Small acts of frivolity and radical silliness to unjam, uproot and loosen.
No do-overs. Start today right where you are.
Big. Juicy. Creative. Life.
Let this happen.
“The familiar and the habitual are so falsely reassuring, and most of us make our homes there permanently. The new is always by definition unfamiliar and untested, so God, life, destiny, suffering have to give us a push—usually a big one—or we will not go. Someone has to make clear to us that homes are not meant to be lived in—but only to be moved out from.”— Richard Rohr, Falling Upward: A Spirituality for the Two Halves of Life