What I Wish I Could Tell 11 Year-Old Me

….and Advice for My Future Self

As I began mentally preparing to be 25 and no longer able to pretend I’m not an adult I started thinking about how different life is as an adult and how what was important as an 11 year-old isn’t really that important to me at almost-25 (surprise, right?). So enjoy this mostly not-so-serious list of things I’d tell myself if I had the opportunity.

-Eyebrows. You’ll think you’ve finally managed to tame them and get them into a shape you like, then two days later you’ll wonder what you were thinking they’re obviously hideous, better start all over. You’ll kind of get used to it, you’ll also realize it’s not as important as you think, then you’ll still care too much. Let’s check back on this in another 14 years.

-Acne. NO ONE TELLS YOU THAT IT NEVER GOES AWAY. Sorry. You’ll have a couple magical days about a week and a half before you turn 25 where you have ZERO blemishes and you think “Maybe this is what being 25 will be like,” but they’ll come back and you’ll stop being naive enough to think that it’ll ever go away. Sorry, Future-Self.

-Glasses. You make peace with them. Contacts are probably one of the best things that’s going to happen to you, but you’ll also realize a little further down the road that cute glasses exist, the early 2000s were just a terrible time for fashion things in general. Don’t believe me? Look at this. Things get better.

-Hair. It’s funny how you think it’s going to be straight forever. Wait another year and half and this weird wave/bump thing is going to show up on the left side of your head and just kind of hang out for a year, then cut your hair and watch when it’s suddenly curly *everywhere*. I still don’t understand this, but for now it’s still curly. Let’s check on this one in 14 years, too.

-Confidence. Fake it ’til you make it. My Grammy once told me that everyone is so busy worrying about themselves they’re not really focused on you. It took me too many years to realize she was right.

-Boys. Clothes don’t make the man. Or the muscles. Or the motorcycle. As the Paper Bag Princess once said, “Your clothes are really pretty and your hair is very  neat. You look like a real prince, but you are a bum.” (Also, if you’ve never read The Paper Bag Princess please take a few minutes to educate yourself) How he treats you is VERY important.

-Food & Exercise. This whole “eating whatever you want with no consequences” thing doesn’t last forever. Enjoy it while you can. Then maybe look up some tasty healthy recipes and find a way to be active that you enjoy. You hate running now, but just wait, you’ll miss it some day. Stay active as long as you can, however you can.

-Trust. If God wants it to happen, it’ll happen (regardless of what “it” is). Oh the heartache that could have been spared if you figured this one out early on, but it seems like you have to actually experience the heartache to figure that one out. And you’ll have to keep figuring it out because you forget it over and over again.

-Timing. God’s timing really is perfect (again, surprise!). This one is interwoven with trust, but you need to understand that though there are things that may seem to be out of reach sometimes God has a way of bringing things together at just the right time. You’ll get a tattoo to remember this, and subsequently forget and have to be reminded many more times.

There’s a lot more I’d have to say if I really could (you’ll like coffee, you’ll listen to some of the music you listen to right now and laugh really hard, you drive a truck for seven years, ENJOY THE BREAD WHILE YOU CAN, etc), but I thought this was a good start. If you could go back and give your 11 year-old self any advice what would it be?

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