Hello Teeny Person. There seems to be a trend at the moment of writing letters to a younger version of yourself. I thought I’d jump on board and write one to you, Little Big Dreamer.
First and most importantly, relax! It’s going to take you years to learn that life is not nearly as scary as you think. People are much less scary than you think. Even the scary ones. Secondly, don’t be so serious all the time. There is going to be a time when you are thirteen and fart in class and all the boys are going to say it is the worst smell they have ever smelt. It’s going to seem impossible but don’t cry about it, laugh with them, because if my memory serves, they are right.
Also, when you are of a smoochable age and a boy tries to kiss you at his birthday disco, try not to punch him in the stomach and push him into a bush. That will end in tears. His, not yours.
Years after the punch/bush/tears incident you are going to be in a car when it rolls and bounces across the highway. Yes, like in the movies. Don’t worry, somehow you come out with a few scratches, a neck brace and an empowering sense of second chance-ness. Suck the marrow out of that one.
Lastly, love. Love even though it is going to hurt and suck and be wonderful and terrible and spectacular and make you cry until you’re dehydrated and smile until your cheeks ache and your eyes shine like they know secrets of the ancients. Just love.
So to recap, Little Big Dreamer, relax, be less serious, suck the marrow out of life and love. Just love.
I think that’s all for now. Oh, one last thing, jelly shoes are a big, big mistake.
A pinch on the cheek, a pat on the head and a big hug,