What if I wake up one day when I’m 65 or 75 & realize I never wrote that collection of short stories, I never dated, I never wore what I wanted, all because it was always easier to live the life my mother wanted me to live rather than the one I want to live…
Adventures in Date Night 
What if I wake up one day when I’m 65 or 75 & realize I never wrote that collection of short stories, I never dated, I never wore what I wanted, all because it was always easier to live the life my mother wanted me to live rather than the one I want to live…
This isn’t a dress rehearsal. It’s the real deal and it’s passing us by. This post was kind of sobering.
Do it now!
What could be more satisfying than looking back on a life well lived?
I concur! 🙂