As long as we live, it is never too late to be ourselves and to make peace with our choices and the people in our life (past or present). So, if you want to live and die really well, befriend, honor, and love yourself madly and deeply.
I didn't want to take anyone else's word of what the truth was any longer. Instead, I wanted to experience the truth for myself. So, with childlike trust and wonder, I embarked upon another journey of self-discovery -- only this time, I went by choice.
I was 10 years old when the moon first beckoned to me. The call came in the guise of a homework assignment. Miss Lusk, my much-loved fourth grade teacher, told us one propitious day to go home and compose a poem.
It's taken me 30 of my 49 years to realize that not being who I am is more deadly, and it has taken the last 19 years to try to make a practice of this. What this means, in a daily way, is that I have to be conscientious about being truthful and resist the urge to accommodate my truth away.