The following is an excerpt from Anne Lamott’s Facebook post this morning:
Home, in bed, smothered in dogs like biscuit gravy; they are exhausted after giving me the ritual cleansing and have gone back to sleep, so I have this early morning all to myself. The sun has streaked highlights into my flowering pear tree like Vidal Sassoon, and I am wearing my Ethel Mertz jammies and eating peanut butter toast. This is what grace looks like: amazed gratitude and relief at your plain old gorgeous life.
I was up at 3:30 Tuesday, headed to Tennessee for two talks—one on Writing, one on faith—and then to Chicago for a talk on the Search for Meaning. They are all, at core, the same—the decision on how we choose to live this one short, precious life. The decision to stop hitting the snooze button. The willingness not to be good at things right away, to be clueless but committed; to make more messes and mistakes in the interest of living with spaciousness and a sense of presence; to find out who we truly are, who we were born to be, and to learn to love that screwed up, disappointing, heartbreakingly dear self of ours.
~Anne Lamott, Facebook, 9/22/12