Letter to 25-year-old Me
I’m almost certain I’m not the only one who felt anxiety turning twenty-five. Suddenly, I’m not in my young twenties, but I’m also not in my thirties. There is a societal expectation with twenty-five that we need to be wiser, smarter, and more settled into our lives. Yet, many of us don’t feel like we are ready or anywhere near that.
I enjoy writing letters to myself and to others, whether I send them or not. It helps me process the chaos in my mind. If I wrote to a past me and it brought comfort, why not write to the present me? And a future me?
You’ve done it. 25 years down. I’m so proud of you. Who you are, where you’ve been, and where you’re going. It’s been difficult sometimes, but everyone goes through rough patches and you have come out wounded, but stronger than ever.
Remember when you first started to dream of writing a book and publishing it? Well, congratulations! This year was your year for that.
Remember when you said that right after you graduated you’d publish? Well, you did that too!
Sometimes you have created dreams that weren’t realistic for you. That wasn’t because you couldn’t do them, it was because that path was not yours to take. So you’ve sculpted a new direction for yourself. You’ve created a path that works for you. And sometimes that path is very difficult. Sometimes that path doesn’t seem like the right way, but you always push through to the finish line, and you’ll continue to. Because that’s what you do. When you get an idea, you figure out how to make it work.
It’s a strength of yours, but also maybe a small weakness. But you’ve figured out how to make every crazy idea, decision, path, work somehow, someway.
The little girl inside of you–the one who fights like hell each and every day–she could have never imagined where your life would lead. You’ve learned how to take care of her. Sometimes it is difficult. Somedays are harder than others, but she’s no longer lonely, terrified, and keeping you from living. Of course, sometimes she holds you back. Sometimes things are too difficult to push forward, but you’ve learned to recognize when you can do something and when you can’t. You’ve learned to say no and not feel guilty about it.
And I am SO proud of you for that.
Around you, friends are getting master degrees, marrying, getting into serious relationships, starting to have a family, and sometimes it’s hard to see what the future may hold for you. The path you’ve chosen is unconventional compared to your friends, but it isn’t the wrong way. It’s the best way for you.
You’ve started surrounding yourself with other writers and have a wonderful community of support around you, in just a short amount of time since you’ve published. I can only imagine what the next couple of years as an author can bring for you.
At 25, you’ve learned what’s most important to you in your life. What you want, where you want to be, and who you want to be surrounded by. And you may not have it all at the moment, but your making plans to have it all near you very soon.
Just like you haven’t been able to predict a lot of what you’ve already experienced, I can only imagine how abundant and successful these next five years will be for you.
But remember to take the time to enjoy them too.
So here’s to another crazy, insane, wonderful, and beautiful 25 years. A life full of love, laughter, and success. No quarter-life crisis happening here.
I love you.
I love writing these letters of reflection. If you wrote one last week to a younger version of yourself, take this week to write a letter to the present you.