Tuesday, June 5, 2012

Dear Fifteen Year-Old Me...

Kristen over at Established: 2008 recently posted a fun post detailing what she'd go back and tell her fifteen year-old self if she could, and it made me wonder what I would tell the fifteen year-old me.  Turns out, a lot.

Dear Fifteen Year-Old Ryan,

Guard your heart.  It is a precious thing, and you're a catch.  Don't give it away to someone who won't endeavor to deserve you.

Keep your hiney out of those tanning beds.  It's totally okay that you're paler than Edward Cullen (and that you have no idea who Edward Cullen is.  You definitely will.).  Learn to embrace it.

Stop trying to dye your hair red.  You're going to accidentally turn it purple, and purple is not a good look for you.

Pay a little less attention to what others think of you.  The people who matter love you a ridiculous amount, and they always will.  No matter how many times you make an absolute mess of things.

Cherish the times you have with your family while you're all living under one roof.  It won't last forever.

Please, for the love of all that is holy, don't sign your name on your driver's license with a halo above it. 

Keep that cute boy who broke your heart your freshman year in the back of your mind.  He's going to end up being the best thing that ever happened to you.

When you graduate you're going to stop working out.  Don't.  Seriously... trust me on this one.

Don't wear white pants when it's raining.

When Lauren begs you to get in the car with the Navy guys she met at the mall, do it.  You'll look back on that night when you're older and smile.  (Plus, you're all going to go see a silly kid's movie called Harry Potter because it's the only thing playing at midnight, and it's going to spark your life-long love affair with the best books ever written.  I'm so not kidding.)

Keep sharing your faith boldly, even when it's hard.  God is working through you, even when you can't see it.

Hug your best friend's mom as often as you can.

Take it easy on that rainbow eyeshadow, would you?

Keep dreaming big things for yourself.  You'll get there, eventually.  I promise.

XOXO,
The Twenty-Six Year-Old You 

5 comments:

The Autry's said...

This is previous!!! I honestly don't remember what I was even doing when I was 15 and it wasn't that long ago. Maybe I should sit and ponder this....

Brandi Gail said...

This was greatness! :)

The Morrows said...

HILARIOUS!!! I laughed at so many of these. Great post.

Kristin said...

I have a hard time remembering age 15, to be honest. The tanning bed is something I still struggle with. My mom kicked me into one when I was 16 because I was paler than a ghost and she didn't want me to get scorched at the beach without a base tan. I go maybe once a month to maintain my current shade of pale.

Anonymous said...

Oh Ry! I totally forgot about the Navy guys at the mall. This brought back so many sweet memories. You were such an easy child to raise, and I love you!

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