This one’s going to be oddly personal.
Prompt #5 In 300 words or less, write a letter to your 10 year old self.
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Erk! Here goes – 300 words exactly (what is it with me and hitting word-counts exactly lately?):
Hi sunshine,
You’ve probably just started writing. Your 23-year-old-self is very proud of you for this. Don’t stop. If you do, start again. It will be one of the great joys of your life.
Back up your work.
Read. Everything.
You’re too young to realize how abnormal your life is right now. This blindness will be your saving grace. Sustain it as long as you can. When you can’t anymore, remember: you’re not broken. I promise. It’s not you. Tell yourself that every day until you leave home: it’s not you. You’ll still be surprised when you turn out to be right, but that’s okay. Be as good a human being as you can; let the rest go.
Harder times are ahead. The silver lining: you will savor your twenties with a sweetness you didn’t know was possible, knowing how much worse it _could_ be, and how much better your life has become.
Forgiveness is really fucking hard. You’ll still be working on it when you’re my age. Don’t beat yourself up about it.
Go ahead and kiss that redheaded boy if you want to.
Give yourself time for everything. You will know this inherently. Allow it.
Trust your intuition. You have always known what you need to do.
Grow. I don’t need to tell you this, either – but do it. Every chance you get. Learn everything you can. Branch out in every way you can. Rise the fuck up. Reach.
Learn from your successes. Learn more from your failures.
On that note, do things that scare the holy everloving crap out of you, even if others regard them as ‘mistakes.’
Don’t put up with people who don’t respect you.
Hear that?
Don’t put up with people who don’t respect you.
Call your grandmother.
Spread joy.
Love yourself and others.
