At 10, I would have told myself that not making the elementary school cheerleading squad was definitely not the end of the world. Oh the tears.
At 12, I would have told myself that middle school is only three years of my life. It doesn't last forever. Even though it is horrible and seems like it.
At 14, I would have told myself (freshman year of high school) that everybody starts out at the bottom of the totem pole at some point no matter the age.
At 16, I would have told myself that being popular is way overrated. I need to enjoy being me. T-shirts, jeans, tennis shoes, no make-up, bushy hair and all. (I wish I could wear jeans, t-shirts and tennis shoes every day now.)
At 18, I would have told myself to remember that feeling of having the world at my feet and a fearlessness that I didn't even know I had - specifically for the days that had me doubting myself in 15 years.
At 20, I would have told myself to enjoy my summer vacation because they don't last forever either. (Sad fact of life.)
At 22, I would have told myself to pay more attention as Dad tells me how to make money on my 401k.
At 24, I would have told myself that success is not measured only in money - but in the work relationships I build, the friends I make and how much fun I can have along the way.
At 28, I would have told myself that I need to quit buying books.
At 30, I would have told myself quit looking for somebody or something else to make me happy. Everything I need is right there in the room with me yelling "surprise!"
What would you tell your former self now that you are so wise?
2 comments:
HA!
I wish I was 28 again!
At 15, I'd have told myself that everything you think you want to have in 15 years isn't what you need ... and to be happy, when instead of what you wanted, you get what you need.
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