I often find myself writing about how the past has shaped me. Last night, the wheels in my head were turning and I thought I might start a page of letters to my younger self. As I get older, I realize, I could have been a little easier on myself all these years. I also wish I knew that everything really does happen for a reason and that isn’t just something people tell you to make you feel better. I have some letters written in my notebook. Hopefully I will have time to transfer them soon. What would you say to your younger self?