Saturday, February 28, 2009
To my eight-year-old self
When I was eight years old, I had just returned to the United States (with only memories of foreign countries), become a big sister, and played with neighborhood kids who, for the first time ever, were my age and spoke the same language as I did. I was introduced to Pizza Hut, Madonna, and malls. Life was good when I was eight. It's the years that followed that gave me such a confused outlook on life.
So, to my eight-year-old self:
1. You have a talent. Find it. Your thirty-two-year-old self knows what it is but is still too afraid to acknowledge it.
2. Don't start smoking.
3. Listen to your mother and get braces or you'll be paying for it dearly.
4. Let your friend's father pay for piano lessons.
5. Be smart with your money. You're going to need it one day.
6. Get on that plane to Milwaukee.
7. Worrying about everything will get you nowhere, except to the doctor's office. And then they'll bill you. And this will make you worry again. STOP IT.
8. Make the effort to see your family and friends, whether they are near or far.
9. Stand up for yourself more often.
10. Don't burn bridges. You'll have to cross a few to get back to where you started.
11. Learning to play the guitar is not as difficult as you think. Stick with it.
12. Get out of the house.
13. Some people deserve second chances.
14. Love yourself as much as your daughter loves you, if that's even possible.
15. The beach will be your happy place. Go often.
What would you tell your eight-year-old self?