Thirty-two

…is what I’m turning today. In honor of my birthday, I thought it would be fun to write a letter to myself. Well, actually, two letters. One to myself at age 12 and one to myself at age 52.

So here goes.

To my twelve-year-old self:

You don’t know this, but you’re about to enter a period of adolescence where the girls turn mean and manipulative, and the boys turn awkward and dumb. Even the smart ones. Enjoy your childhood and cherish this year. Don’t try so hard to grow up so fast. Believe in yourself. Ask for what you want. You are worth more than you think and you don’t have to try so hard to be liked. Learn to play the flute or the violin. Don’t give up on something you love because you fear what others think. The people that you will really look up to, that offer something worth striving for or learning from, you will find when the time is right. You will find friends worth holding on to, and you will find a man who inspires you.

I tell you all this, but I’m really not worried. You will find your way in your own time. You will find who you are and you will stand up for that when you’re ready. Um, but those bangs you’re trying really hard to get? They’re a losing battle. And that first time you shave your legs, PLEASE use shaving cream. Thanks.

Your loving, thirty-two-year-old self.

To my fifty-two-year-old self:

Remember me? I’m the one who is simultaneously fulfilled and still dreaming. I hope you are the same, only better. I’m coming up on two years lived abroad and I feel like I’ve been able to do so much, and yet there’s still so much more. I have dreams of growing my family, of having more of my ideas turned into print, of seeing more of the world and other people, and of leaving this place better for having had me. Those are my ambitions. Not houses or cars or things. Just me leaving an imprint more positive than not.

How’s all that coming?

And just in case you need reminding, here are some things I hope in twenty years not to forget:
1) Respect in marriage is sacred. Extend it, even when you least want to. (This includes paying attention to your husband when he’s telling you something, even if you’re in the middle of something else.)
2) Love your body. It’s the only one you got, so don’t hate on it.
3) Don’t worry so much. It will all work out, often better than you expect.
4) Breathe. You have a tendency to forget to do this sometimes.
and
5) 
Above all, have fun. If you’re not having fun, you’re not doing it right. 

With love,
Me.

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Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take,
but by the moments that take our breath away.” 
- Author Unknown

 What moments stole your breath away this week? 

Each Thursday, we come together to celebrate living life with intention by capturing a glimmer of the bigger picture through a simple moment. Have you found yourself in such a moment lately? Share it with us! 

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