One day, you’re 17 and you’re planning for someday. And then quietly, without you ever really noticing, someday is today. And then someday is yesterday. And this is your life.

“You don’t know anyone at the party, so you don’t want to go. You don’t like cottage cheese, so you haven’t eaten it in years. This is your choice, of course, but don’t kid yourself: it’s also the flinch. Your personality is not set in stone. You may think a morning coffee is the most enjoyable thing in the world, but it’s really just a habit. Thirty days without it, and you would be fine. You think you have a soul mate, but in fact you could have had any number of spouses. You would have evolved differently, but been just as happy. You can change what you want about yourself at any time. You see yourself as someone who can’t write or play an instrument, who gives in to temptation or makes bad decisions, but that’s really not you. It’s not ingrained. It’s not your personality. Your personality is something else, something deeper than just preferences, and these deta...

In this whole big world, those fears are the only thing that could stop you, but they are not as big as you are and they are not as powerful as you are. You are tremendous.

Don’t wait to be sure. Move, move, move.

Be regular and orderly in your life, so that you may be violent and original in your work.

• Cooking for both of us (breakfast for me, lunch and dinner for both of us).
• Shopping together for healthy food, and also WITH A CAR.
• Seeing all of the movies together!! In person, so I can hide in his shoulder when I see scary bits.
• Sticking my toes under his bum when I'm cold.
• Petting his beard, which is like a brillo pad. BRILLO PAD.
• Being able to understand what he's saying, because I'm extra extra deaf over the phone.
• Doing the dishes for us.
• Also the laundry, 'cause god knows it won't get done.
• And possibly wiping up the kitchen, because it's me who cooks 99% of the time, and therefore me who dirties it up, anyway.
• Having a portable can opener/shower fixer...