What Would You Say To Your Younger Self?
I went back to the place I spent my teen years this weekend. I took my girls and their friends to the Forest Fall Fair. I love the fair. I love the events, the exhibits (one day I swear I’ll put a pie in), the animals, and the food. The rides? Not anymore. I’ve outgrown my love of anything that could hurt me or scare me or leave me bruised for a month.
But as I stepped up to the entrance, I had that feeling in my gut that I used to have when I went to North Lambton Secondary School. That feeling of insecurity. No confidence. Wanting to belong, to fit in, to be accepted. Do you know the feeling?
I guess I never felt like I belonged in high school. I wasn’t one of the “cool kids”. Always a step behind.
Those feelings came back on Saturday as I walked the fair grounds, scanning the crowd for familiar faces. Still worried about what people might think of me.
I wish I could go back in time and talk to that fourteen year old, sixteen year old and tell her not to worry about stuff like that.
I had my circle of friends and I did my own thing. It wasn’t a terrible experience. But I wish that girl had confidence in who she was and who she was learning to be. I wish I could tell that girl that she is beautiful and fearless and loveable and worthy. I wish I could tell that girl she could do anything she set her mind to and to stop worrying or caring what others thought.
I wish I could tell that girl to walk tall, speak her voice, and not be afraid of anyone or anything.
I wish I could tell her that no matter how hard life gets “you will be ok”. Through everything. I wish I could tell her to be braver and to do things even if they scared her.
I wish I save her from so much struggle and fear and worry. I wish so many things.
What do you wish you could tell your younger self?