** Last year I wrote a letter to my 18 year old self. I was part of a series Jamie from Chosen Chaos put together for us to write to our past selves.
I wasn’t sure what I would say, but in the end I am happy with the letter I wrote and the advice I gave, which was…well… not much. More of an apology really…
Thank you, Jamie for such a wonderful opportunity. This was a post I really loved and it really made me think about my life and how I have lived it.
Today everyone who participated is linking up their posts to celebrate this amazing year long endeavour. Please make sure you stop by Chosen Chaos to check out everyone’s letters.
-Your hair is awful. Please stop perming and dyeing your hair. Please.
-Wear. Your. Retainer.
-Don’t ever dance on a table. Ever. Please.
-Only eat one cheeseburger a month. Max.
I would like to tell you many other things to do, avoid, and remember.
But, to be honest, I like who I am now.
If I tell you to avoid all the heartbreak, trauma, tragedy, shitty jobs, and all the other horrible mistakes and incidents, then I wouldn’t be who I am now.
So, this letter is to tell you to be strong and endure. All the shitty things to come are taking you somewhere.
To a place where you are a good person. Where you have traveled to foreign lands and had many exciting adventures. Where you have amazing friends, wonderful children, a loving husband, and a promising future.
This letter is also to say, “I’m sorry.”
I am sorry that I made some terrible and ill-informed choices. I am sorry for all the tears you will cry, pain you will feel, and darkness that will fill your life for a short time. I am sorry that I didn’t take better care of you and I didn’t realize how much you are worth.
From this adversity will rise a strong and confident woman.
A good mother and wife, a wonderful friend, a devoted sister and loving daughter. People will love you for who you are, not who you think you should be. One day you will be yourself and people will love you for it because you are fabulous.
You just don’t know it yet.
Oh, I will tell you one thing. When a boy asks you to move to another country to marry him, please buy a return ticket. Just in case.