“Just a young gun, with a quick fuse. I was uptight, wanna let loose” (singing Thunder). Ever wonder what it would be like to sit down to dinner with your younger and older selves? Break some bread, reminisce. Ask why you did that or why didn’t you do this? Like hairspray your bangs in a giant wave; thank you early ninties.
Sometimes I’ll imagine myself at this dinner. Looking around the table, seeing someone so similar to my daughter and another like my mother. I’ll see my wilder, younger self; the one who took some crazy, instant gratification risks and not the potentially more fruitful, self actualizing ones that required more bravery.
Thinking back now I would have a multitude of things to tell my younger self. Try to be true to yourself and don’t care what others think. Trust your gut more. Recognize that forgiving others is actually more for you. Enjoy sleep… for me pre-kids.
So what advice would my future self have for me now? Don’t wear those green pants perhaps. Eat more kale? I think this is a valid question we should all ask ourselves; not the kale question but the future self one.
So my new goal is to not have a regretful argument with my future self but have old Katie say “Dang, I can’t believe you did that” in amazed, delighted way… hopefully with minimal wrinkles.