So while I'm technically not out of my twenties yet I AM on the down hill side. And my late twenties feel vastly different than my early twenties so I'm stealing this and writing my own letter.
Dear Twenty-Something Sara,
Oh sweetie your world is about to be rocked. But nothing I could say or do can change that. It's one of those things that will blindside you on a random Tuesday. You could never be prepared for it even if I told you it was comming.
So just be patient. You’ll get through it. It will be so awful at times you’ll believe you’ll never recover. But you will. Don’t wait so long to talk to someone. Or to ask for help. And ask her. Ask her everything you think you can't. You'll regret if you don't.
And stop. You’re beautiful. And funny. And smart. Don’t sell yourself short. And quit dating losers. Expect more for yourself, you're a good catch. And listen to that gut instinct. When it says don’t stay, don’t stay. It’s always right and things will be much easier if you learn that sooner rather than later.
You’ll worry a lot about what you’re going to be when you grow up (and it turns out it's something you never imagined but absolutely love. And you're damn good at it. So quit freaking out). You’ll hate all your first jobs and they’ll make you question everything.
On your worst days you’ll think everyone else has it better, is more glamorous, more put together, has it all figured out. But that’s not true. They’re all wrecks too. Your early twenties are hard. Someone should have told you that. But you’ll make it. And it will be wonderful.
On your best days you’ll know that. Hold on to that feeling especially on Sunday nights. Or when you’re lonely and thinking about taking that guy home from the bar.
But most importantly have fun. Be safe. And make a lot of memories cause there are certain things only a twenty-something can do.
Oh and about that thing you're thinking of doing. Don't. Just don't. Trust me on that one, okay?
See you when you get here.
Love you madly,