Pictured right: little me…. circa 1990 and my 50s sock hop dance party when I turned 11. Glasses, braces, loafers… does it get any better? I was also about to do the “Running Man” in this picture I’m sure.
Where does the time go? This Sunday I will be 34. THIRTY… FOUR….. I’m not one of those people who has a hard time (yet) with birthdays, or likes to lie about my age and say that I’m younger. The truth is that I wear my age proudly and feel that my 30s have been significantly better than my 20s. I’m stronger, even more confident, I look better and I feel better, and I have set goals, accomplished them, and set some more. Yes, my 30s have felt good.
On the eve of my 34th (see how I keep saying the number? haha) birthday, I can’t help but think back to birthdays past and just give a little wave to myself through the “space time continuum”. I would tell my younger self to wear my retainer, and to be nice to my parents, and that someday I would have my dream job – so keep working hard (but don’t get too stressed about that Biology test – you will never need that information ever).
What would you tell your younger self?
Today please take a minute or two to close your eyes and call up a picture of yourself at half your current age. What are your worries? What are your dramas? What do you spend your time on? Who do you spend (or waste) your time with? Send that YOU a message.