To the 12 year old me who thought she was so clever in forging her mother's name on a detention slip: You really aren't that good at being sneaky. It's the downside of always being a good girl (which is actually a very good thing!) Instead of focusing on trying to get away with not getting punished for being disorganized, why don't you actually try putting things away instead of tossing them every which way? Believe me, you'll love organization and cleanliness when you're older!
To the 14 year old me who felt like the world ended on the most awful day on July 16, 1992: It's going to suck for a few years, but instead of moping that Ashley is no longer here, live life like she would have. Love like she did. Open your heart to everyone. There will be days that are hard, but ultimately you'll be happier in the end.
To the 17 year old me who was so afraid of going off to college (even though it was only down the street from her parents' house): Get over it. You only get the college experience once. Open yourself up to meeting new people and try to have a good time. Don't be so prudish and really? What's wrong with trying to go to a club one time? Maybe you'd enjoy it.
To the 21 year old me who saw the word "NO" flash in big letters when proposed to the first time:
Run. Run far and run fast. You know you don't like this guy and I promise you, someone better will come along. Even if you don't believe he will, you are so much better off being alone than with this creep.
To the 22 year old me who finally got with the program and broke it off with said creep: Good job!
To the 23 year old me who met the perfect man: I told you so!!!
To the 24 year old me who hated her body: If you're not happy with how you look, do something about it. Also? When you hit 40, you're going to be wishing you had this body, so stop complaining.
To the 33 year old me who started yelling: Stop now. Life with 3 little ones isn't easy, but it's what you always wanted. Look for the joy in life because it goes by so quickly.
To the 36 year old me who attempted to stop yelling: It's not easy, but it's worth it! Keep it up!
To the 38 year old me who attempted to teach her kids how to ride their bikes and started yelling again: You are really going to let 18 months of not yelling go down the drain? Because of bikes? Come on! You are better than this.
To the 39 year old me who was still yelling and still not happy with her body: Maybe if you stop yelling and look for the joy, you'll see yourself the way your husband and kids do. Also, drink more water. Also, it's great that you set a goal of 40 by 40, but if you don't accomplish it, it will be ok.
To the 39 year old me who stopped running: Don't stop! Life gets in the way but if you're not happy with how things are, keep running!
To the present day 40 year old me: This is life. Do what makes you happy. Yelling doesn't make you happy? Don't do it! You are in control here, so take the wheel and run with it, both literally and figuratively. Oh yes, you say you don't like running, but I know deep down you do and you miss it, so get back to it! If you are waiting for the perfect time, there's no such thing, so just do it and be kind to yourself if you end up not doing it right away. And eat more carrots and less frozen mini Milky Way Bars. And drink more water. And remember, The Doctor and the Curly Girly Trio think you're pretty close to perfect, so maybe that's all that matters.
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