"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.
Repent just means to change direction –
and NOT to be said by someone who is waggling their forefinger at you.
Repentance is a blessing.
Pick a new direction,
one you wouldn't mind ending up at, and aim for that.
Shoot the moon."