That kind of time

“But about a month before my friend Pammy died, she said something that may have permanently changed me. We had gone shopping for a dress for me to wear that night to a nightclub with the man I was seeing at the time. Pammy was in a wheelchair, wearing her Queen Mum wig, the Easy Rider look in her eyes. I tried on a lavender minidress, which is not my usual style. I tend to wear big, baggy clothes. People used to tell me I dressed like John Goodman. Anyway, the dress fit perfectly, and I came out to model it for her. I stood there feeling very shy and self-conscious and pleased. Then I said, ‘Do you think it makes my hips look too big?’ and she said to me slowly, ‘Annie? I really don’t think you have that kind of time.’”

–Anne Lamott, Bird by Bird

From one of the great books about writing and, in fact, about life. Everyone should read it. Now. From Gretchen Rubin’s wonderful blog, The Happiness Project. (thank you, Gretchen, for reminding me of Anne Lamott’s marvelous words).