Saturday, January 21, 2012

Without Permission

A brilliant friend once confided that by the time she is fifty she hopes to have written a Good Novel. We're the same age ---- thirty when she penned those handwritten words. They scared me, impressed me, and I've treasured them ever since. This acknowledgement of aging, and of unmet goals, is energizing. It's the epitome of living in the moment. It's the only way to Get Awesome.

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