I have a marvelous, amazing life … or at least I would have, if I could leave it alone and stop trying to improve it. What I have been leading instead is the “near miss” life … the almost-enough-money-I-should-be-thinner-you-should’ve-done-that-instead haunting of something better – something I think I need or want or might have had if I hadn’t botched it. Tired, irritable and still utterly lacking in perfection, I have decided to be splendid. I mean really and truly splendid … fabulous, even. First burst of resolve: fewer excuses and more champagne.
