Dear 16 Year Old Me

You will go to prom with your friends and have a great time.

Your senior year will be fantastic.

You will learn that college is hard.

You will learn that finding yourself is hard.

You will loose interest in finding a soul mate and gain interest in finding a companion you love, trust, are attracted to and can talk to.

You will get married to someone, who at 5 years of being married, you like better than when you met.

You will have a son who is amazing and challenging in many ways.

You will learn that you can cook.

You will learn that you can make bread.

You will learn the virtues and vices of being Suzy Homemaker and realize why a career is important to you.

You will always flirt with the idea of being a lawyer.

You will graduate from college, 12 years after you started, with your B.A.

You will find amazing people who you have fantastic connections.

You will become comfortable with being alone.

You will learn that you are an introvert and learn to own that.

You will be taught to own and recognize your boundaries.

You will learn to stand up for yourself and assert your boundaries.

You will continue to volunteer, lest you miss something in your life.

You will identify with social justice and the environment and work to teach people about that. Your goals won’t change much, just their execution.

You will make travel happen, and you will do it alone. This will frighten your mother but will also make her stronger.

You will go through reckless, learning phases, and then you will re-own the responsible attribute for which you are so commended.

You will reconnect with your father. You will begin to come to terms with your growing up.

You will learn more about health and take it for granted, less. You will learn what a chronic disease means.

You will experience grief you never knew possible, despite all you’ve been through. It will make your family stronger. You will learn you don’t need to be ashamed of emotion.

You will learn that being a “know-it-all” is part of your learning strength.

Dear sixteen year old me – you will survive and learn to love trying.