One of the goals on my 101 in 1001 list was to write a letter to myself that was to be opened when I turn 25. After much deliberation on my end, I thought that it would be fun to share this letter with all of you. If you’re not into more personal posts, never fear, there’s a recipe coming your way on Monday for some seriously tasty salsa. Without further ado, here are the
semi-wise words I’d like to tell myself at 25.
You’re 25. An entire quarter of a century, woah. I know that you feel old, but that’s because you are old (at least in relation to being five or thirteen or twenty-one). It’s okay to feel like you have no idea what the hell is going on – who ever knows what the hell is going on?
Currently, at twenty-one, I’ve never felt more confused. I’m not satisfied with my college major, but it seems to be the one that “fits” best. It seems like the more people I talk to within my major, the more I feel like I’m an alien. At first I thought I could do it, yaknow? I could smile the cheesy smile, say the right things and nod along at what others said, but the truth is, I don’t care. Then for a while, I felt like event planning was my calling. I was always busy and had something new to think about. But the stress is something I’m not sure I can handle. Then there are kids. How long have you thought about, spoke about or dreamed about working with kids? I hope that you are closer to finding the thing you love doing and find some way to make it work. Life is too short.
What do I/we look like at 25? Did we have those extra teeth finally removed? Do we wear contacts now or are reading glasses still good enough? Have we developed a liking for red wine yet? Or are we still strictly white wine gals? Where did you go on your last vacation? Did Miley and Liam ever get married? Are they still married?
But seriously, I hope you’re happy doing whatever you’re doing and just living life. I know we’re cautious and more reserved than we were in high school, but I hope you’re owning that. It’s not a crime to be careful with what you say to whomever you’re speaking to – it’s practical. It’s not a crime to celebrate little victories, it’s encouraged. Finally, it’s not a crime to love something if other people don’t see eye to eye. The beauty of being alive in the 21st century is knowing that so many things have the potential to make someone happy and rarely are those things the same for different people. Own whatever it is that makes you happy. Own whatever song it is that makes you smile even after hearing it for the millionth time. Own whatever food you will always have room for in your belly. Life is too short to live any other way.
Love you now and always,