How do you speak to yourself? ☁️ This trend of meeting your younger self for coffee really got me thinking. Not just of the past few years but all the way back. If I looked at me from a few years ago I would hold her hand and squeeze. I’d close my eyes tight, knowing she is in for a difficult road. I don’t envy her. She is so precious, and I know how her heart will break over and over. But I also know she’ll handle it with grace and determination. I know she will take the ashes and plant a rich, beautiful life. When I talk to current me I get really down on her. I ruminate on all the ways she could be doing better. How she’s failed in one way and not good enough in another. But when I saw that 3 year old little girl, I just adored her. I saw her innocence. I thought about everything she did in the next 22 years, everything she went through, how she grew. She was so precious to me. I wanted to hold her in my hand and protect her from the world. But I AM her. I had to look at her as someone else to feel that compassion for myself. I would never tell her the things I tell the 25 year old in the mirror. I wouldn’t beat her down or tell her to give up on her dreams. You want to protect her from the harshness of the world but you know you can’t because that’s what shapes you. You’d tell her the world is hers; to go out there and get after it. But she is you, and the world is yours🩷
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