Enough is enough.
When I am old I want to be able to tell my grandchildren about my wonderful experiences of travelling the world. Be able to tell them that nothing feels better than keeping up an inside joke with your best friend. That getting drunk and ordering a pizza is actually not a bad idea every once in a while. That ‘brain food’ is a functioning concept. How fab it feels to run barefoot along a beach in the evening sunset with your friends. How great cake is for a hangover breakfast. I want to be able to bake and share cakes with my grandchildren and tell them about the fun I had.
I think they’d prefer that than “well I failed my exams because I was malnourished and I was too cold and tired and awkward to leave the house, but I was thin and I did what my mind told me to.”
From now on I’m saying “yes” to everything I am invited to and I am going to make a conscious effort to find holidays to go on, shows to go and see, restaurants to eat at, and magical people to spend time with.