Dear Teen Me,
Starting out your freshman year with a new boyfriend who insists on wearing yellow, matching Gap tech vests may seem like a good idea at the time, but it’s really reflective of what you know in your heart. You have no idea how to be who you are.
I wish I could tell you that your dreams will come true and that high-school will be a blast and college is even better. But that would be a lie. The truth is, your boyfriend dumps you and you end up homeschooling for a year because of a freak illness. Two surgeries later, you lose the activities you love most and many of your friends drift away. You end up feeling more alone than you ever thought possible, but in feeling so you discover the unique strength to learn to love new things and welcome new people into your life.
You know that type of guy you’ve had a crush on your entire life? Yup. The smart, jock. An engineer type? Stop looking for him. It’s all wrong. Basically, stop living with your brain and start living with your heart. You don’t know it right now, but your husband-to-be is very nearby. Nearby, as in the next class room over, banging on a drum and singing his heart out. That’s the guy, not the one flirting with you from the basketball court.
You know your five year plan? Ditch it. It’s useless, only stressing you out. Relax. Don’t try to over control life. You’ll learn that tendency is a projection of another onto you, not who you truly are.
Remember your childhood and you’ll surprise yourself when you discover a soft, quiet heart. Your passions will bloom again. Just don’t frustrated, as it takes seven years for you to figure it out. You’ll get there and when you do, you’ll experience life with an overfilling heart.
I know you want more details, but I refuse to give them to you. I’m happy to say that although the past was far from easy, it’s shaped us into a person I’m proud to say I love.
Don’t give up. That fire in your heart will always be there. Follow it and it will lead you to the truth.
Your wiser, twenty-eight year old self.
When Lizzy Charles isn’t scrambling to raise her two spunky toddlers or caring for premature and sick babies as a neonatal intensive care nurse, she’s in a quiet corner writing or snuggled up with a novel and a few squares of dark chocolate. She married her high school sweet heart, a heart-melting musician, so it’s no surprise she’s fallen in love with writing contemporary YA romance novels.