22 May 2013

Thirteen year old me #BEDM

This is probably going to be construed as cheating. But if I don't do what I am about to, it would just be a regurgitated piece of writing, anyway.

Back at the start of 2011, I got the idea from Helen over at Clear Your Heart to write a letter to my 16 year old self. This is the letter I am now going to use as inspiration for today's post; writing a letter to my 13 year old self. What I'm going to do though, is update it slightly since it is now almost 2 and a half years old. You can, of course, read the original.

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Dear 13 year old me,

it's 1998 and you're in your second year of high school, midway through some of the best and worst times of your life. You opt for German but will one day wish you'd chosen French. You think you hate physics and right now, you do. I never blamed you really; high school physics is quite terribly taught. I'm not even going to try and convince you to like it because your hatred for it proves quite fruitful later. Do listen to your teachers but you should know, they are far from omniscient. One piece of advice: keep the violin lessons. Go private. Anything. Just keep playing the violin.

Boys are weird. You're right, they are. You're choosy but I know you still have a major crush on that guy. Yes, that guy. He's really not good enough, Jen. If you think about it, really think about it, he's not even very nice to you really. Avoid him and his friends. He will kick himself later, believe me.

Let go of the bullying and dismiss all those negative memories. Read this. Life gets better. Listen to your mom when she tells you that girl did it simply because she's jealous of you. When you meet her years later she won't have changed and you come to pity her. People do want to be friends with you, in fact, as many will tell you, you make a great friend. Please believe me. You need to stop testing every friendship to the nth degree, and expecting it to fail. You lose a few friendships this way; being so reluctant to open up in fear of being let down, or expecting them to 'wake up' and realise they don't like you. They will, and do, love you!

Thanks to the world's best mom, you never have a problem with your hair colour. She really is right; people pay a shedload of money to fake it. Being a redhead will become a big part of who you are.

University, that big scary word that you've heard grown ups talk about that you see as having no relation to you, is something you will open your mind up to. And there you will study something you never would've imagined! But I don't want to spoil the journey and metamorphosis for you. Your parents probably worry how you'll cope in terms of food and making friends but they will even surprise themselves with how wrong they were. In fact, your fussiness is kicked into shape (really Jen, you should try to deal with that a little better than you do. I only say that because I know you can), you learn to cook, meet lots of wonderful people as well as a handful of some not-so great people and, here's something specific, join a choir. It encapsulates some more of the best and worst times of your life.

You go through at least two heartbreaks whilst you're there and I'm not going to lie, they'll be pretty damn shit. In fact, that doesn't even cut it. But you'll be alright. Think long and hard about your choices. Don't listen to anyone else and ignore wanting to please others. Know that walking away is OK, and when that crosses your mind, oh and it will, consider it seriously; carpe diem! Hold onto your friends, you'll regret it if you don't. Stop being so argumentative and learn to relax. I know how much you hate to admit you need it, but if you need help, please just ask.

And all of that is only scratching the surface. You have so much to look forward. I can tell you, save for a few tweaks, right now, in 2013, you are happy! :D I don't think I even need to tell you this — because it is something that even now, I can't seem to change even when I want to — but always, always be yourself.

I would love to meet you but I can't so just this: take care little lady.

Love,

The future you x
All images from weheartit.com

This month, I'm taking part in Blog Every Day in May (BEDM) and this is day 22.

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