Letter to my 8-year old self
I recently turned 29. One more year, and I’ll be 30.
This year, I’m going to be writing… a lot. Some of it will be probably sound overly dramatic (like this), while others may be more pragmatic, tips-filled posts.
The purpose of abstract writing is to write because you need to hear it. This is a good example. It’s stuff that I myself need to hear.
Below is a letter to my 8-year old self, sharing some things I’ve learned in these 20 or so years…
This is the future you speaking. Here are a few lessons I’ve learned in 21 years of young adulthood. Put down the nintendo for a few minutes and listen.
You may not relate to everyone. Some people, you just won’t like and they won’t like you. That’s okay and totally normal. Give everyone your respect, but don’t worry about being liked by everyone. Real friends will stick around.
If someone makes you happy, spend more time with them. That’s how real relationships are built.
Spend more time outdoors. Most of your insecurity and anxiety can be fixed with fresh air, exercise and playing outside.
Find a few things you love and chase them like your life depends on it.
Trust your gut; don’t go to college. In general, trust your gut.
Face your fears, a little bit, every day. Most of the time, they aren’t real. The more fears you face, the better you will feel.
Always be true to yourself. That means you should tell the truth, even when it’s difficult. Especially when it’s difficult.
No matter what you do, never give up. When things are bad, keep going. When things are good, keep going.
The harder you work, the happier you will be.
People will bring you the most joy.
When you find love, let yourself fall into it.
Be kind to others. It’s not always easy, but just trying makes a difference.
Spend time around people you admire.
Lastly, love yourself no matter what.