A few days ago I saw a tweet that said: ‘The best New Year’s resolution I ever made was to start devouring all my nicest things, and save no small pleasure for an unspecified future. Now I burn the good candles, wear the expensive perfume at home, scribble imperfectly in pretty notebooks. You can’t pin joy like a moth.’

And that hit me so hard, so I wanted to share it here again. I spend so much of my time waiting for the right moment to come along. I’m so scared of wasting the good candles, of ruining the pretty notebooks with unimportant things. I don’t travel to places because I want to go there with a potential future love. I don’t post the photo because it will perform better after 3 p.m. I don’t wear the outfit because no one will see it today. 

When I’m on my deathbed, will I say ‘I wish I waited’?

Or will I say ‘I wish I had burned the good candles?’