My dear (and very funny) friend over at This Is Why You’re Single recently posted a letter to her younger self on her blog – and it got me thinking I should do the same. So, with absolutely no apologies for blatantly stealing her creative idea, I was inspired to copy her.
Dear Manda (enjoy that cute little nickname for now; soon you will have to revert to your actual full name “Amanda” for grown-up professional reasons):
It’s me! Well, it’s you! Surprised? Well, you shouldn’t be. A lot of cool stuff happens in the future, mostly computer and technology-related, but also some other neat stuff like dark chocolate peanut butter and these cool running shoes that glow in the dark. I mean, mostly you’ll care about your smartphone and your laptop (both of which, by the way, are about a decade away for you, so don’t hold your breath), but the future is full of amazing conveniences and improvements (invest in Amazon now.)
Speaking of a decade away, this might shock you, but in less than four years you are going to meet your husband. YOUR HUSBAND! Is that some crazy sh*t or what? I know you haven’t even had one single boyfriend yet (sigh), but don’t distress – sow your wild oats and have your drunken shenanigans and wake up wondering where you left your (awful, platform-soled, regrettable) flip flops – and he will be waiting at the end of that hot mess parade, just for you. You are not destined to be alone.
(Oh yeah, there’s one other guy before you get there. Dump him as soon as you can.)
Love life aside, I know you’re wondering how college is going to turn out, and if you’re going to get a job right after you graduate. Good news on both accounts – you graduate magna cum laude, on time, and are fully employed upon return from your postgrad Europe trip (make sure to thank Mom & Dad profusely). Life is pretty rad so far, right?
Did I mention you are about to get a dog? I know, I know – you’re still in college and can barely take care of yourself, much less another living thing. But you visit a shelter next year and fall in love with one special little pooch – and he will be by your side for over a decade. Don’t think about how it all will end. Just make sure you never take any of his little licks, barks, snuggles, even his little poops for granted. You will miss him every single day when he is gone.
You’re going to spend the better part of the next decade doing grunt work in grad school (yeah, you go back – twice – even though you swore you were done with school), and by the end of it all, you’ll be five digits deep in debt with two semi-useful Masters degrees – it’s up to you if you want to go through all that, but if I were you, I might just shortcut to what you’re actually DOING at my age…
...which is personal training. You’re good at it, really good – remember when you used to be an athlete? That part of your life becomes relevant again. Don’t worry about your current state of physical disarray; you’re at your heaviest weight of your adult life, so it only gets better from here (stop putting half and half on your cereal and dumping cheese and ranch on your “salads,” by the way). You end up pretty darn fit, strong, and happy in your career – so if you want to just get your certification NOW and skip the whole grad school thing, I won’t complain.
By the way, you should probably start running (another thing which I know you’ve never tried, but listen, you’re gonna be good at that, too). You’re going to run the Boston Marathon – and I won’t offer any spoilers on that, but know it’s not exactly what you’re expecting. You just need to be there.
Despite owning your own business and running all these marathons and getting married and all that, what’s weird about being me now is that I was so much more confident when I was you. I suppose when you’re young, you’re so hopeful about the possibilities that lie ahead, but when you’re my age, you start to just settle into established, easy patterns. Remind me (you) to break free! Stay excited! Be crazy! You’re going to jump out of a plane in a couple of years, so harness those balls and bring ’em over to me.
You know what else is crazy? You’re gonna want kids. YOU HEARD ME. Don’t tell me how awesome you are and how you’re going to grow up without being tied down and get tattoos that say “fearless” and “freedom” and all sorts of other stupid mantra sh*t (you didn’t, thank God). I mean, that’s fine for now, but when you get here, you’ll realize that you do want a tiny little human(s), you want it/them with your aforementioned adorable husband, and you’re actually kind of excited about being a (hopefully kick-ass) mom.
As far as moms go, yours is the best. So is your dad. Value your time with them and get home to see them as much as your budget allows – but worry not, they’ll eventually retire in California, near you, and you have years of amazing Oktoberfests, Disneylands, and all sorts of other shenanigans waiting. Don’t forget that family time means everything.
And finally – I know you’ve only been out of the country twice (really, once – Cancun barely counts), but travel is going to become a really big deal for you. You’re headed to Australia sooner than you realize, studying abroad in Scotland, watching a vow renewal in Ireland, and will have jaunted all over Asia by the time you’re me (including one very special trip to India – uh, spoiler alert?). Your mind is going to expand and your tastes are going to change, and with it, your stubborn heart will open. It’s a good thing. Embrace it.
That’s about it for now, little one – just a few minor things to make the next few years a bit easier. Watch the drinking. Save your money. Go to Sephora and learn how to apply makeup properly. Stop buying cheap clothes. As said, get outside and run. The best of everything is yet to come.