I was thinking the other night about being 11 years old, and being afraid of my place in the world. I was kind of awkward, super skinny, a little too smart for my own good, and yet not really committed to anything because I didn’t know what I wanted to do with my life. I felt like I was in a holding pattern, and one thing that really makes me antsy is being stuck in a state of limbo. I’m not the kind of person who just “enjoys the down time” of routine. I need things to change.
I thought about what I would say to 11 year old me. How could I help him become the best me that I could be? What advice could I give him that I wish had been given to me back then? What could I say to him to reassure him that in the future, things are pretty kick-ass?
I think it would go something like this: Continue Reading