A Letter to Me

I just heard the song "Letter to Me" by Brad Paisley, a song I have somehow missed ever hearing even though it is several years old by now.  It sparked a thought in my mind, because who wouldn't want to send a letter to their past (or even future) self to clear up a few things?  So, at the risk of sounding too self-important for words, here is my letter to my 17-year-old self:

Dear Me,

I know being 17 is rough.  Trust me, 30 sometimes isn't much better.  But, do know that it does eventually get easier.  And that guy, you know the one, he really doesn't end up being "the one" like you think he will.  In fact, you might do better to pay more attention to that quiet big guy, your friend, because he has a crush on you and turns out to be pretty good looking.  

Don't let your friend tell you that you are fat, that you are stupid, or that you can never get a guy on your own, because all that ends up being a bunch of b.s. and her personal hang-ups.  When you go to the prom, think about asking someone else, maybe one of your OTHER older friends, or pack the following: a pair of walking shoes, Kleenex, some cash and a camera to record the hijinks that ensue.  It really is THAT bad.  But, it's okay, because it gives you a great story to tell later.

Remind Jason Redden to kindly remove that ceramic goose head from the icebox so you can avoid being grounded for a month for that party you had.  

Stop obsessing about your weight and just eat less and exercise. Believe me, it really is the only way.  Avoid that haircut you want because Demi Moore had it in "Ghost"; it will never look the way it does on her.  When your dad gives you a choice between a 93 Geo Tracker and a 93 Camaro, wait the two days and get the Camaro. 

You won't believe how amazing your kids are, and wait until you see your husband.  Things will all be fine, and even though you feel awkward now, you will hit your stride about 35. All the trouble you go through will be worth it.