I have missed several days due to a ridiculous work load and web site transition (yay WordPress!). I will extend my writing five extra days to make up for what I missed. This was inspired by a radio program I heard recently. I feel everyone would benefit from this. So much fun!
A letter to my 20 year old self:
Dear 20-year-old self,
First, please acknowledge that you are beautiful. Breathtakingly so. And, while this may shock you, you look roughly 10 pounds thinner than you imagine. Enjoy this. Please. Eat more dark chocolate and drink more red wine. When you are 80, you will wish you had done more of both and worried less about how you look.
You deserve to be treated with kindness and love. Please let go of anyone in your life that doesn’t practice this. And yes, thid means your mother, Jen, and all of the boys you could, and probably still will date from 20-28. Avoid the fisherman. Yes, he’s hot, but it’s not worth the heartache.
Follow your heart and let go of your head. Get out of corporate and continue to work for the non-profit for at least 2 more years. Go into the natural healthcare field afterwards. You are passionate about it and it will give you more creditability to write that big book. Oh, and skip the agent and the co-author. Both are more than you want to manage.
Marry him, but be okay with it ending. You are ultimately better off without . He’s important to your growth but will never change. Celebrate both the coming together and the splitting apart. Both are gifts. Don’t say you won’t date boys who play video games. You will. In fact you’ll fall in love with one. Let go of dating older men. Younger men are actually better for you.
Listen to that intuitive, but only with one ear. You know what is best for you more than anyone.
Most importantly, get up every morning, look in the mirror and say, “I love you.” You need to hear it more and if you start now, by the time you’re 25, you may actually believe it.
I love you. Seriously. Madly. Truly.
This is your life.
Be who you are.
And fuck everyone else who can’t handle. Well, don’t fuck them. But, you know what I mean.