Dear Past Me…

A letter to my younger self

Dear Past Me,

Oh, you dear, sweet, naive, and gullible girl. You have big dreams and bigger stars in your eyes.

You love hard and wish harder and you want nothing more than thrills.

As you grow and change and learn, I’m afraid you lose some of that enthusiastic spinning, those beautiful dreams, that no-care-in-the-world attitude. But not all.

You may get older, but you never truly grow up.

Stop being afraid of love

Of your own thoughts

Of the quiet

Of forever.

Dream. Keep dreaming. And write. Don’t stop writing. You must write when you’re happy, when you’re sad, when you’re confused, and when you simply don’t have anywhere else for your words to go.

You do become a paid writer someday. It takes until you finally feel you have no choice but to try. And as much as I wish I could tell you to do it sooner, it turns out that the connections you’ve made in your career and the skills you cultivated, the networking and the sales you’ve excelled at, they all come in handy.

They allow you to start and grow our business so much faster than if you were still 22.

Find your silver linings. Don’t let anyone take away that optimism. Positivity begets positivity and creativity begets creativity.

Read more.

Don’t stop learning.

Ask for that raise, the promotion, and the boy. You deserve so much more than you believe.

As A.A. Milne made Christopher Robin say, “You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think.”

Be true to yourself. As I look back, every time we (I) did something because I thought I “should” or because others were doing it, I never felt right or like myself. I felt lost at times.

I have found myself and so will you.

It turns out I was never really lost, I just lost sight of me for a bit.

Every hill you climb, there is another. Every kiss you take, there are infinitely more.

He is truly the love of your life. Don’t run, don’t question. Say yes.

Jump in headfirst.

When you are me, remember that we were she who came before. The one who felt lost and scared to be alone. Who couldn’t shut off her thoughts or her anxiety.

Be nice to yourself. Shut up that inner critic because you are so very worthy and awesome.

Trust me, I know.

Love,

Future Me.

P.S. Stop smoking, asshole.

Entrepreneur, writer, editor, book coach, cat lover, weirdo, optimist. Author of “Write. Get Paid. Repeat.” & “Concept to Conclusion.” jyssicaschwartz.com

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