For My Nineteenth Year

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Tonight, I’d like to write a post to my eighteen year old self–who will exist at 3:32 am, believe it or not.

And just for kicks, here are some highlights of my eighteen years so far.

Taking my senior pictures

Taking my senior pictures

My & my Mama--my best friend!

My & my Mama–my best friend!

Baseball in first grade.

Baseball in first grade.

Third grade in my Kelly's Kids sweatshirt :)

Third grade in my Kelly’s Kids sweatshirt 🙂

Laughing was a daily occurrence at this house.  Love my MaeMae!

Laughing was a daily occurrence at this house. Love my MaeMae!

Messing around at MaeMae & Cap's

Messing around at MaeMae & Cap’s

So here is what I would like my eighteen year old self to do for my seventeen year old self this year:

  • Love fiercely and don’t let go. People leave way too soon.
  • Take a risk.  Dance like a crazy person, ask that guy to homecoming, do what you want.
  • Stop calling yourself ‘fat’ and ‘ugly’. You’re the bomb.
  • Go out with friends and be present in the moment-cell phone put away!
  • Be a friend to someone, surprise them with Starbucks or El Som.
  • Don’t stress over going home too much or not enough.  We’re a flexible family.
  • Be honest.
  • Quit apologizing for who you are.
  • Ride a rollercoaster you had previously sworn off.
  • Go see a movie you think you’ll hate.
  • Paint…paint what you feel!
  • Enjoy the “hand-holding stage” (as MaeMae would say) of a relationship. Don’t rush or stress.
  • Listen to music.
  • When you feel bad, it’s okay to watch Disney Channel and cuddle with stuffed animals.
  • Don’t let a guy dictate what clothes you buy or how you do your hair.
  • And finally, enjoy it. You’re not going to be eighteen forever.  Cherish the people you meet and the experiences you have.

See, I’ve learned a lot about myself this year.

I’m pretty freaking cool.

I’m not fat or ugly (no matter how often I feel it)

People like hanging out with me.

I’m not a loser.

I can make beautiful things.

I don’t need a guy to be happy or to make my decisions for me.

I’m in charge of my destiny.

This life is for me to do great things.

And I plan on it.

I have really high hopes for this year.

I hope y’all do too.

You can be and do anything you want.

And you know what? I can too.

Wishing y’all a happy everyday,

–aub–

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