I don’t normally reblog other people’s posts… but I found this one to be especially thought-provoking so I thought I would share it with all of you. I’d like to write a letter to my teenage self but it will take some thinking… in fact I might want to wait a few more years for even more perspective. One thing I do know is that I would tell myself not to worry so much about whether or not I’ll ever find love… b/c I did – and he rules and he was definitely worth the wait. So that was a lot of worrying for nothing! What would you tell your teenage self? Hmmmmmm.
For some reason I was thinking about what I would say to myself if I could go back in time to when I graduated high school. Without destroying the space time continuum, of course.
Guess what? Your beliefs haven’t changed – they only got stronger when tested. And you have more of them. You are still Pro Choice. You are a still a fan of the underdog. You are still suspicious of organized religion.
You know all those things people said you would regret when you were older? Hasn’t happened yet. I think at 39 years old, you can stop worrying about what effect those tattoos will have on your life, and those other assorted things that people are sure will ruin you. Although you should start wearing more sunscreen.
When you wrote in your yearbook statement that you’d rather be working at McDonald’s and be happy than be a rich lawyer…
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