Dear Me (a letter to my younger self)

776926FC-9631-401B-9764-16CF21C47602.jpegDear Angela,

It’s me, well you, well both really. How the hell are ye? I’m feeling a bit reflective and thought I’d write to you from 2018. Since you’re sitting in 1998 looking for any excuse not to hit the library to finish your coursework you may as well get a little heads up about some stuff, just cos.

By now you are 20, studying English & Anglo-Irish Literature at UUC, living with friends in Portstewart and having the time of you’re life! Please enjoy it, in years to come you’ll look back fondly on the three hour conversations you are having with your friends while watching The Tweenies because no one can be bother to make the long trip from the sofa to the TV to change the channel.

You won’t always have time to sit and chew the fat, so cherish it, but not too much because you could be working harder. But it won’t really matter because at the end because these days are about so much more than the final grade. By the time you graduate you’ll be returning home able to cook (a bit), manage on a budget (you will lose this skill somewhere along to way), and understand James Joyce (sort of).

Life will be kind, but there will be losses to contend with and grief to overcome, but you will overcome it. Take the time to listen and you will never regret what you find out.

Mr McC, you already know. he’s a bit of a mystery at the moment, but stick with him, he’s a keeper.

You’re sisters are a bit of a pain in the arse right now, but it won’t always be like that. Once you all move out of home and start your own families you’ll start to actually like each other! This probably sound ludicrous at the moment when they are stealing clothes and make up from your room while you are away at uni, and clogging up the phone line. Be patient.

Friends will come and go, some will go for a while and come back again and it’ll be all the better. Some will stick around through thick and thin. You’ll be very lucky to have a wonderful set of kind and supportive friends. As you get older you’ll be less concerned with how people see you and just enjoy spending time with those who make you smile (preferably over coffee or wine, but neither is compulsory).

Don’t diet! It’s a pointless waste of time.

I need to say this to you though, you need to lighten up! More than half of the things that you worry about will never happen. You will learn how to manage this much later on, but for now, if you can, just try to ask yourself ‘will this matter in a year from now?’ before you lose any sleep over something. You are going to lose sleep anyway, because, you are going to become a mummy (don’t panic, not any time soon!). I’ll not say too much about this, but let’s just say if you think you’re tired now…JUST. YOU. WAIT!

There is so much more I could say, but I don’t want to ruin the surprises! Enjoy your life and you won’t go far wrong. Oh, and always be kind. Go for the things that you want and don’t be held back by worry and what ifs.

By the time you reach 40 you’ll have started to work out who you are and although you may not have it all sorted you will be happy and healthy. And Angela, at the end of the day, isn’t that the most important thing?

The Storybook Mummy



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