I do not want to miss my own life. I do not want to keep putting off the good and the fun and the caring until I get my “work” all done. I do not want to keep thinking that I’ll do the things I love and make time for the people I love—later.
I do not want to be one of the women who refused dessert that night at dinner on the Titanic. And we are all on the Titanic.
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