I read a piece from Anne Lamott today. It’s loosely about Lent and Easter in the Christian tradition, and it was all fine and good. But here’s the bit I took away, snipped from a longer piece. 

from Anne Lamott’s Bird by Bird…

When I was 38 my best friend Pammy died and we went shopping about two weeks before she died and she was in a wig and a wheelchair. I was buying a dress for this boyfriend I was trying to impress and I bought a tighter shorter dress than I was used to. And I said to her ‘Do you think this makes my hips look big?’ and she said to me so calmly ‘Annie you don’t have that kind of time.’

“…Annie, you don’t have that kind of time.“