A Letter to My 21 Year Old Self

I love me some Jake and Holly.  It's true.  They crack me up on the regular around here...like I will for real bust out laughing out loud at most of their posts, so I can only imagine what they were like when they "did Memphis" together!  (And I'm sure them dressing in matching outfits by accident was only a tiny portion of the shenanigans that went down ;)

So when they decided to co-host this link-up, I knew I wanted to join in on the fun!  Yes, I know you are all probably thinking that I am going nutso with this link-up biz since this is my second link-up for the week, but I just couldn't help myself with this one.  I mean a letter to myself from six years ago??  Oh the things I would have done differently!  So much has happened since then...my life is so different...shoot, let me quit rambling, and let's get to the good stuff!

Dear 21 year old me,

Hi there you young thing.  I know this is going to sound crazy coming from the person that knows you better than...welllllll...everyone on the planet, considering it's from yourself, but listen up.  I've got a few words of advice to give ya.  And trust me, you are going to want to pay attention...Are you listening?  Ok, here we go:

You know that tanning bed that you frequent on the regular?  I mean like the every day kind of regular?  Yeah.  That shiz needs to stop.  Let me tell you something.  You don't look good.  In fact you look like an oompa loompa.  Literally.  Just a little FYI.  You see, there's these things called wrinkles that you don't have now, but you will.  They will form nice little lines in your flawless skin.  Right around your eyes and your forehead.  And believe me, you are going to want to save yourself from them as fast as you can.  So stop.  Just stop...

Does that seriously look good to you??  I mean you are orange! 

And those midnight binge eating episodes at Taco Bell and Mickey D's that you partake in every night (after you've already consumed large amounts of your caloric intake for the day) aren't helping to combat the fact that you only ate a granola bar all day.  That's actually going to come back to bite you in the behind...do you really feel like working your ass off to lose 50 lbs 3 years from now?  Cause believe me.  It's going to happen.  Actually, on second thought, continue with what you're doing...because the more I think about it, if it wasn't for you starting those habits now, I wouldn't have the drive and determination to make myself the healthiest I can be in the future.  So while you're at it, demolish another chalupa and double cheeseburger down your pie hole.

This isn't even your heaviest, but just add a few pounds and a few more McChickens in the mix and it will be close!

So that fight you had with Aaron that you think is going to be the end all to your high school sweetheart relationship??  Um, yeah, it's not.  You actually are going to get married, get pregnant by accident and have a little boy that will consume your life and drive you to drink be your everything.  So don't cry yourself to sleep over a minuscule tiff about that boy you were talking to at that frat party that asked you for your number.  You are only human...He will get over it, and so will you.  In fact, in just a couple short months he's going to ask you to be his wife...but shhhhh!!!  I wasn't the one who told you! ;)

See, you look happy, right??  It will all work out.

And lastly, all joking aside, and in all seriousness I just want to tell you to stop worrying about Dad.  I know things seem super scary right now.  Because he was just given a horrible report about his melanoma and the doctors say they don't know if he will survive the year.  But he will not only get to walk you down the aisle at your wedding, but you will actually make him a Papa to your little man.  He's going to make it through this.  And be around for many, many years to come!

Well, that's all I have for you my dear, dear self.  So have fun, live life to the fullest, and don't do anything I wouldn't do! ;)

Until next time...