Nearly a year ago, I was honored by Jamie of Chosen Chaos to contribute to her weekly series, If I Could Turn Back Time where I wrote a letter to my 18 year old self. She is celebrating one year of this series with a linkup where everyone who wrote a letter, links up their post. So if you missed it the first time, well, you can read it here! Thank you, Jamie, for the opportunity.
Dear 18-year-old Alison,
Those clothes you used to wear? The ones you saved up so hard for? The ones you look at longingly in the shop window? Clothes don’t make a person, you decide who you are from the inside.
That is not stupid. That is wise.
That boy you’re dating? Your first boyfriend? The one who says he loves you to death? He means it. He does. He loves you so much, he tries to destroy your friend’s car for interfering when you tried to break up with him after 18 months.
That is not love. That is jealousy.
Those hours you put into study? The library books you cart home faithfully? Those notes you so studiously copied and read and re-read? Good on you, applying yourself the way you do. Because you’ll get into the university of your choice, to study the course of your choice.
That is not nerdiness. That is being smart.
Those friends you hang out with? The ones you spend all your waking, non-study hours with? The ones who play cards with you every weekend til the wee hours of the morning? The ones who listened to you talk about your insecurities and fears? They are friends for life. When you’re 35, they’ll be living all over the world and you’ll only talk to them via Facebook, but know that they love you and are there for you.
That is not cheesy. That is genuine.
Those hopes and dreams you have? The ambitions and drive? The determination not to fail and self-doubt? Hang on to them, they will serve you well for years to come. Believe in yourself. Love yourself. Be yourself and all will be well.
Your older, wiser self
What would you say to your 18-year old self?