Letters To My Younger Self


Dear My Younger Self,

There is a great Polaroid picture of you, at age 2 (maybe younger), seated (propped up) at grandma’s piano. You are obviously way too young to know what is going on. Your fingers on placed on that smooth ivory and you look like you are ready to play. Your parents probably thought it was a cute shot. But little do they know you will be drawn to that piano for the rest of your life. You will start lessons around age 8 with a wonderful teacher. Don’t stop playing. Theory is hard, but you need to learn it before you can play the fun stuff. Hang in there. Your second teacher will be horrible, but the final teacher will be just as wonderful as the first. She will be encouraging with a great sense of humor and you will be shocked at what pieces you will be able to play.

Banging on that piano will help you make it through your struggles with Alopecia and everything else on your plate throughout your adolescence. Don’t ever stop playing. Your piano teacher will encourage you to keep playing through college, even though you cannot handle lessons, college, a commute and a job. Listen to her.

When you start composing, WRITE IT ALL DOWN AND SAVE THE SHEET MUSIC. I would love to be able to play those songs again. I would be proud to have proof that I wrote them. Heck, I would be happy to be able to read music right now. I never should have stopped. Neither should you.

Sincerely,

Your Older Self


Dear My Younger Self,

You’re going to fall for gay guys a lot. You will fall for them because you don’t see them as gay or straight. You fall for these guys because they are gentlemen with great taste. They are more mature than the other guys your age. Enjoy your time with them. You’re both going through a rough time, but down very different paths. It is the human connection that matters the most, not sex, gender or labels. So stay close and do what you can to make each other feel accepted and loved.

Sincerely,

Your Older Self


Dear My Younger Self,

You’re never going to have a boyfriend in high school. Closet thing to that will be your boy band fantasies. Your parents sent you to an all-girl school for a reason – no distractions from your academics. Sure it sounds like a drag, but it is smart. However, it is going to be harder to deal with girls. They are even more cruel than the boys. They will prey on your because of their own insecurities. They will be petty and unkind. You’ll wish they’d stop because if they knew you, they would know you just want everyone to get along. You are naive like that, but it isn’t necessarily a bad thing. Don’t lose that quality. You’ll learn to have empathy from being the target of these girls. You will take that into your career and personal relationships and people will respect you for it.

Hang in there.

Sincerely,

Your Older Self


Dear My Younger Self,

Kid, you’re a bull in a china shop. You’re a chubby ball of energy and you’re so loud! You are so excited about life everyday you just have to run around and holler about it. You wear bright colors and you have your own style. People will call you names and tell you you are weird and different. It will make you sad. Don’t listen to them. It takes a lot of guts to know who you are and flaunt it. Always shine! Remember how cool Punky Brewster is!

Love your 90s pants by the way! Did your mom make them? She did? You are so lucky to have a one-of-a-kind, handmade wardrobe.

Love,
Your Older Self