A letter to myself at 16

Emily,

You made it to your senior year in college! I know that seems like a million years away to you but trust me, it’s going to fly by.  I have some words of wisdom for you- although I know you think you know it all right now.  Truth is, you don’t know the half of it.  By the time you’re entering your final semester in college you STILL won’t know the half of it, so you might as well accept that part now.

First of all, lighten up. You are literally so boring. Instead of studying for AP exams (which you won’t do well on, anyway), go out. Have fun. I’m not saying you have to drink or go crazy. Even at almost 22 that will never really be your scene.  Just do something. Appreciate your movie nights with the girls- these will continue to be your favorite kind of nights. You don’t have to go to the movies every weekend though, save some money for college…please.

Listen to your friends. He’s not worth it. He’s not even good looking and he probably couldn’t catch a football if you threw it at his face with a vineyard vines gift card attached to it. You do not deserve to feel the way you are feeling. Believing he’s going to change or that he’s worthy of you doesn’t make you an optimist, it makes you a moron. You’ll look back and laugh at this soon enough. There are infinitely better things to come. Well, just one good thing. It will be worth the wait.

Spoiler alert: you’re going to fall in love in 2011.  I know you don’t believe me, so I won’t try to convince you.  Just trust me when I say that for once, the best thing that’s ever happened to you won’t be Panera mac&cheese. 

Cut the attitude with your parents. They turn out to be really awesome and trust me, you would not get very far without them. Dad knows how to fix absolutely everything, so don’t panic when you mess something up.  Notice how I said when, not if.

Give Taylor a hug.

Spend more time with your grandparents.  It only gets harder as you get busier and they won’t be around forever. Make new memories with them. You’ll always have your old memories but they start to get fuzzy after a while. Eat as many of Grammie’s blueberry pancakes as you possibly can. No one will ever be able to make them quite like her. That woman is a Godsend and pretty soon he’s going to need her back.

Shop at Target. You’re obnoxious with your full Hollister & Abercrombie wardrobe. Like, you can’t be serious. Save that money for college!!

You’re going to drift away from some of your friends. This is ok. The ones who remain will be the ones who were really there all along. Cherish them, they’re amazing.  Thank them for putting up with your BS.

Stop worrying so much. You care way too much about things that are out of your control, I’d say it might even be your biggest flaw.  You’ll still struggle with this at 21, but in a much more functional way. By 31 you might even be normal.  Do less, girl.

Contrary to popular your belief, life will go on after high school.  It’s not the best time of your life. It’s actually really awkward. You’ll always love your high school and your graduating class, but you’ll find that they’re never really too far away. You’ll reconnect in the most unexpected places.  And stop saying “I don’t want to go to college because I don’t want new friends”.  At 21, making new friends will be one of your favorite things.  You’re going to meet some really awesome people in college and they will become some of the best friends you’ve ever had.  

Enjoy where you are right now, but don’t be afraid of where you’re going.  You’re a pretty cool kid and once you figure that out (and stop being so boring) you’re going to have a great time.

Love,
A you who’s still got a whole lot to learn.



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