It's funny how you never think about the women you've had. It's always the ones who get away that you can't forget.
I dread the promotion part of my job. It's agony, especially compared to the private, at-home joy of writing. But being a grown-up means doing every part of the larger task.
Find joy in everything you choose to do. Every job, relationship, home... it's your responsibility to love it, or change it.
Your life isn't about doing one perfect 'thing' and then falling down dead. It's more like going to church or writing a book. You do it over and over, always trying to be a little bit better. Then you die.