Hey friends! I’ve made the decision that this month will be my vacation month. By “vacation,” I only mean there won’t be new blog posts except my Reading Challenge Update. Meanwhile, I’ll be finishing up my final readthrough prior to sending my manuscript to my editor as well as working on expanding on the sequel book. Enjoy some blasts from the past this month!
Dear Teenager Me,
You’re sitting in your bed writing this as your dreamy husband works on his homework. You have a cat purring on your lap, and really, this is what you think a perfect night consists of now. Well, it’d be nice if he weren’t working on homework, but you’ll take what you can get.
I remember what you thought a perfect night was. You would finish your homework, maybe practice your clarinet (and that’s a hard maybe), and if you have time left, you get to read. It’s rare that time happened, but it was the best. I remember how you love Lord of the Rings. Just wait until you read The Silmarillion. Not much has changed in that sense, I guess. There will be a time when you’re older you think going out to bars is the glamorous life you want. You’ll do it a couple times, and you’ll realize this is not for you. That’s ok.
Though you’re pretty content, you’re lonely. I remember the feeling poking at you. You did have friends, but not many talked to you outside school. But it was ok. You need the extra time for homework.
You’re almost 30, can you believe it? You actually make it. Right now, you’re exhausted and hurting, I know. I remember it well. You’ve resorted to writing your poetry on fast food napkins, the margins of your chemistry notes, the back of your math homework. You’re going to have stories you’ve written that at my age, you’re going to wish desperately you hadn’t deleted them from your laptop. You still remember the basic premises, at least. You might try again, later. Keep writing. It’ll keep you sane.
I know the winter tends to be hard for you. Sometimes it still is. Persist.
Stop thinking you know everything. We all thought that when we were younger, and we just look dumb for it, so please, for the sake of my memories and inward cringing, can you maybe get some humility? No? Ok then.
Be brave. You’re going into a new world, not just because you’re getting older. iPhones are invented your senior year of high school. The world is going to change so drastically around you. The job market isn’t going to be the way your parents’ generation said it would be, and you’ll be laid off a couple times. It’ll be scary, but you’ll pull through. You always do.
You’re going to lose touch with a lot of friends, but you’ll get back with them again. It’ll take ten years, but you’ll get there. Hell, one of them is the person who kicked your butt in gear and got you back on track for your writing career!
You’ll know heartache, but you’ll also know happiness. You’ll know that wonderful exhilaration when you’re at Warped Tour and one of your favorite bands is on stage, and you know every word to every song. Your future husband will fall in love with you at a punk show, and you’ll go to so many other shows together after. You’ll see beauty in the odd things, and that’s ok, because you’re odd yourself.
Never lose sight of the girl you are. You’re going to like the woman you become. Keep your head high in your victories and your losses, and you won’t go wrong.
All My Love,
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