Happy Birthday to Me: What I would tell myself 7 years ago

I'm 20! I can't believe I'm not a teenager anymore, though I haven't felt like one in awhile.

As I've been reflecting on the past seven years, I decided to write a post on what I would have told my 13 year old self about the end of middle school, high school, and the first two years of college.

Your friends at the beginning may not be your friends at the end// That's okay. The friends you have now are amazing, and are perfect for your life now. Don't hang on too tightly,  or you'll end up hurting everyone. Change is good. You'll grow up and people will still love you.

You can plan all you want, but God has a different plan sometimes// Just because you think you should go to this college, or stay with that guy forever doesn't mean that it should happen. It's okay to plan, but be more flexible. Everything will turn out okay, and if it's not okay it's not the end.

You are worthy of love just the way you are// You don't have to be an athlete, or really good at math and science. You don't have to be 125 pounds as well as acne and braces free. Your friendship and personality is enough.

You may be a little "weird" but you'll appreciate it// It was hard to find your niche in middle school, but in high school you'll find your niche, and those people will be great friends of yours. Own yourself and be confident of your skills. By the end you will already know what you want to do and find your passion at college.

Learn to let go// This is probably something that you have to work on the most, is letting go of those that you outgrow. In order to grow sometimes we need to let go of people. Friends grow apart and grow up, which is okay.

You're so much stronger than you think// You can let go and make new friends. If you could have only seen who was in your future, you wouldn't worry so much. You will make it through because of the amazing support system that you've been blessed with.

You're going to do such great things that you never even thought of// You're going to start a chapter of a nationally recognized organization, join a sorority, be accepted to study in Spain, and have two internships under your belt by the time your twenty.


The teenage years were rough, but I'm so proud of the woman that you've become. It's scary, but mom and dad, your friends and family will guide you through it!

xoxo