Dear Younger Me,
Dear younger self,
Hopefully this gets to you around the age of sixteen.
Hey CC. You've nearly lived 33 years. Surprise, surprise. You are surprised aren't you? I know you REALLY want to grow up, but trust me when I say: “you don't know what it means to be a grown up not quite yet anyway.”
First off there will be bills FOREVER, so do yourself a solid and pay them--on time, like your mother told you. Bills never just 'go away.' Your credit is everything. If you want a nice car or nice house or even a business loan one day-- pay your bills. It's simple. Nobody tells you this simply, you learn about it an a convoluted way, that makes everything in your life 50 times worse. The mere act of paying them on time shows that you are reliable ON PAPER, which is a major part of being a grown up. If you don't pay your own bills, it become a major pain in the ass & you can't consider yourself to be grown up. Take a credit class, Google, ask a friend…just be proactive, and research everything you can on how to improve your credit.
Also it will seem that most boys are idiots. . . long story short: “yes”, there are some who aren't, I promise on everything. There's are tons of them anyone would be lucky to have you, you wont die alone unless you are an asshole. So chill out pretty girl you will grow out of awkwardness & frizz. No that's a lie, the frizz stays. The ones you had a crush on growing up will not be what you need when you’re older. Don't let bad break ups and loser ex boyfriends discourage you though, love turns out to be everything you thought it would be and more. Sweetie, even you have more power than you know, breakups are hard but not the end of the world. You can have everything you want, if you work for it & things will comes easy to you until you start doubting and feeling insecure about yourself. Don't let other people's opinions of you define who you are. The ONLY opinion that matters is yours. Everything that you like as far as ideas, dreams, goals and all the crazy in between eventually becomes trendy. So don't fear that you are too weird and crazy or "different". Don't be scared. You really aren't strange at all. You are very sensitive though, but don't worry. You are not crazy, or broken or weak. Don’t be bothered by the opinions of sheep, or the weeds that grow around you; you love, are a flower. I know confidence is something you question. Also, it’s ok to be an empath, you are human! It's not a sign of weakness. "[Society is dysfunctional and emotionally disabled so don't ever be ashamed to let your tears shine light in this world.]-Anthon St Maarten
Oh & most importantly:
Your patience will be tested everyday for the rest of your life. Get over it. Make the best of every situation. You'll hear it for the rest of your life because it's something you honestly need to work on to be happy. Complaining is emotionally draining for everyone that has to hear you. Not everything you think needs to be heard. Don't let any one problem ruin your entire day. Life will get easier when you have a good attitude and you just let people help you. You don't have to do what they say, or even like or agree with it but don't fight it. Pick and chose your battles CC! You don't have to accept every invitation to every argument you are invited to. Practice mindfulness and listen; don't turn down an opportunity before you have had the chance to honestly consider it.
Listen to absorb, learn and grow. Not to respond, or have the last word.
Now if you don't want your own advice, don't worry, you will learn the hard way eventually. And one day you will laugh because you'll have to teach your daughter the same exact things about character, happiness, pain and self control. One thing you’ll be grateful for later is that, you'll know exactly what to say to her and that will be the validation you we’ve been looking for.
Kindness & love don’t always translate the same to everyone, be careful HOW you say things.
Ad vitam aeternam,
The future you (who is all grown up now and really wishing she could have just been your friend back then).
Ps. Don't try shaving your unibrow, it doesn't turn out well and your mom never forgets that story. For heavens sake, go the extra mile and find the tweezers.
