This post is in no way original (it’s been done by many others as ‘a letter to my younger self’).
This post was entirely sparked by the Tornado. It was, in roundabout way, her idea.
It’s a reminder when we think little eyes & ears are NOT paying attention they are (“Mama I know that shirt! That’s the same shirt from the long time ago picture!!”).
It’s a reminder I sorely needed no matter how much peers have influence we, adult types, have more (“Do you remember being little like that? Were you the same like now? Tell me! Tell me!”).
Or so Im
prayingchoosing to believe.
Dear littler me,
You’re twenty three.
You’re pretty damn proud of yourself.
You’ve graduated from college (None too auspiciously though. Someday you’ll regret the fact you “read” 4 or 5 novels the night before many of your major’s exams. Not only could you have done far better in school, but you’ll end up re-purchasing and REALLY reading all the books later anyway.).
You’ve lost the beer, pizza & junk food weight and are in that LOOK AT ME! I HAVE BABY MUSCLES!! stage.
The great news is you’re able to maintain the loss. The not-so-good news is it will take you eons of removing foods & tweaking consumption to learn you cant tolerate gluten.
If you could see your way to relinquishing some of your beloved processed crap (Hello Snackwells you consume by the boxfull) this process would unfold far more smoothly.
Real foods. Sans labels.
Easy enough to say—will take you lots and LOTS of trial & error to realize.
Oh, and that Susan Powter & her baked potatoes & bread by the loaves? She’s not really your friend. That’s what will both make you feel terrible & look skinnyfat very soon.
Meditation and silence is what your body really needs and what will make you healthy inside & out.
Slow down. Make time to notice and pay attention to what & who surrounds you.
You know the hike you took before this photo was taken? The one where you whined the entire way?
PAY ATTENTION to the joke the boy (BTW you dont marry him) youre camping with made.
The one about hiking being G-d’s stairmaster.
He has a point.
Go outside more. Pay attention to what your body is asking for. It’s not the stairmaster.
Notice nature. Dont constantly distract yourself *from* yourself.
The silence can & will be scary and deafening, but the sooner you do it the sooner you’ll discover what you seek is inside of you.
And stop telling everyone you can take or leave getting married and motherhood.
You end up doing both and finding by ‘limiting’ yourself (as you now refer to it) you grow more than you could ever imagine.
You become more yourself than ever before.
Lastly, but VERY importantly, get yourself another one (or 3) of those fleece tank-tops.
You depart the frigid east coast for Texas (shocking I realize) and count among your few life-regrets you never snagged more. They make the perfect Texas winter attire.
Your older, wiser, far happier & comfortable in our skin self
As frequently happens with thematic blog posts, Im *way* late to the letter to my younger self soiree.
Have you blogged about this topic already?
PLEASE leave your link in the comments. I’d love to read the post.
Blog-free or simply not done this yet?
What wisdom would you share with your younger self?