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This morning it was a little foggy, the clouds were in low and a delicate rain filled the air. It was cool without being cold. It was moist without being dampening. And yet, I couldn’t help but be a little sad, because it was a reminder that summer is so fleeting, and as much as I don’t like summer, I’m going to miss it when it is well and truly gone. 

Frugality is one of the most beautiful and joyful words in the English language, and yet one that we are culturally cut off from understanding and enjoying. The consumption society has made us feel that happiness lies in having things, and has failed to teach us the happiness of not having things.

—Elise Boulding (via awelltraveledwoman)

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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.

—Anne Lamott (via awelltraveledwoman)

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