My 16 Year Old Self

Today I noticed a trending topic on Twitter, TweetYour16YearOldSelf, and  normally I don’t find myself falling into such tomfoolery but for a minute I was very tempted. Then the more I thought about it, the more intrigued I became. I thought, what would I tell my 16 year-old self.  Now, there was a song that came out a few years ago by Brad Paisley which made me first think of this idea. What would I tell me? What do I really need to know? There is so much I would love to save myself from, make sure I did and change if I could.

But is there really? If I were to change one thing, that one thing, could change it all. As bad as some of it was, as bad as it got, there was a lot of good in there. Some of it is responsible for me being here now and making me who I am. So no, I don’t know that I would want to tell me enough to change the out come.

I think the reason I found the idea of tweeting to my 16-year old self so fascinating was that whatever I said had to mean something. 140 character is all I get, it’s got to count for something. So, the one thing I would want to tell me at 16 years old is almost a back-handed pick-me-up, but given who I am, I would expect nothing less. Looking at it now the funny thing is, I don’t need 140 characters, I don’t need 100.  Just 80 characters says it all.

“It’s going to get better but not before it gets worse. Chin up and keep walking.”

.::. DruiD628 .::.