I am part of a terrific Facebook group of midlife women bloggers called GenFab (Generation Fabulous). This week we have our first blog hop. All of us have written a post about what we would tell our 20-year-old selves. Here’s mine. Do check out the links below to all the other great stories as well.
Oh little one. You are not all grown up yet. You will be soon, but not yet. For now, just be 20. Within the next 60 months you will graduate, start your journalism career, move 3,000 miles away to California, get married and have your first beautiful baby. Deep breaths, girl.
We, your loving 30-, 40-and 50-year-old selves, are here to tell you that you will make some bonehead decisions and take some doozy left turns, but you are on the right path. It’s just going to take a while. Give yourself a chance now to be more of who you really are so that you don’t have to go through as much crap figuring it all out later. … Hello? Are you paying attention, little Ms. Headstrong? We hope we’re not boring you. Listen up.
First off, lose the boyfriend. He’s a good guy but you’re hiding behind him. Your mother really laid a guilt trip on you about boys – actually she laid guilt trips on you about a lot of things, but that’s another chitty chat. Check out a few more Michaels, Stephens and Davids. Just kiss that nice guy you’ve been with since you were 15 on his hippie-bearded cheek and stick out your thumb on the highway of love. You’ll be just fine.
Next, you don’t know everything. Not now, not ever. So ease up on the controls a bit, will you? Our Dad has told you many times that life is but a dream. You don’t know what he’s talking about now, but here’s a big fat clue from your grown-up selves: Life goes by so fast it’ll make your pretty little head spin. One day you’ll come to understand Dad was so right about this and you’ll miss hearing him tell you. Relax.
And another thing, lose the drama please. We love you and we’re on your side, but you sure have a way of getting things stuck in that brain of yours. We mean it, missy. Let 98 percent of what enters your Amygdala go on its merry way. It’ll take some practice, but you can do it.
Finally, we’re proud of you little one. You’re a good kid and you will be one hell of a woman, doozies and all. It’s up to you to make your way to us as best you can, but you will get here faster than you can possibly imagine. When you do, we are going to have one hell of celebration. Maybe we’ll even invite your 60-, 70- and 80-year-old selves to the party.