Inspired by
chiv, who was in turn inspired by a book of letters to people's 16 year old selves, here's what I'd write to 16 year old me:
Dear Me,
Dump Mike's sorry ass, you don't need to put up with his wishy-washiness. Start meditation, yoga and anti-anxiety meds ASAP. Keep singing. Try out for drill team next year. It's completely ok to have sex before you're married - go on and enjoy it. I think you rule for not drinking in high school. WWU will be better than you think it will be, but go ahead and apply for Bowdoin and Berklee. And while you're living in Australia, cut your Aunt some slack.
Love,
Me
That's more or less what I'd tell myself. Although, a lot of that applies to my 17 year old self too.
Dear Me,
Dump Mike's sorry ass, you don't need to put up with his wishy-washiness. Start meditation, yoga and anti-anxiety meds ASAP. Keep singing. Try out for drill team next year. It's completely ok to have sex before you're married - go on and enjoy it. I think you rule for not drinking in high school. WWU will be better than you think it will be, but go ahead and apply for Bowdoin and Berklee. And while you're living in Australia, cut your Aunt some slack.
Love,
Me
That's more or less what I'd tell myself. Although, a lot of that applies to my 17 year old self too.
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