Do you ever wish you could go back in time and cup your little self gently around the cheeks, have her look into your wizened eyes?
Do you ever want to hug her, because only you know the type of embrace she needed but didn’t know how to ask for?
I often see posts asking, “What 3 words would you tell your younger self?”
My younger self would be *freaked out* to see older Me standing before her, and I know she’d not be keen to accept advice from some kind of know-it-all.
She just wants to feel seen, understood, right where she’s at.
I could tell her that longing has served her. She will one day be able to feel the shards and caresses of emotions from every corner of the room.
I would tell her to honor that sensitivity, to trust that desire for comfort and good.
I would ask her to trust her heart, and not believe anyone who hints that her concerns are too far-fetched.
I would tell her to go ahead and cry, and to continue to write it all down (but maybe to hide her words better; privacy is often precious for sowing lessons worth revisiting.)
I’d tell her that yeah, you do have gifts. Your silliness matters. It’s okay to be a goof. Being mortified has its place, and certainly doesn’t separate you from the pack (they’re just as awkward as you are.)
I’d understand her longing to rest, wholly assured in her place in a mad world.
If I only had three words to give her?
You. Are. Enough.
by Emily Nielsen
"I am determined to be cheerful and happy in whatever situation I may find myself. For I have learned that the greater part of our misery or unhappiness is determined not by our circumstance but by our disposition."
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