For day 29, I am writing on prompt #8: “A letter to my 8-year-old self.”
Some context for the outside reader: When I was eight, I lived in New York and my family was going to move to Alabama shortly after I turned nine. I turned eight in July of 1999. I was in the third grade.
Hang in there; things are about to get rocky. I don’t want to spoil what’s to come in this letter, but I may hit a few highlights. I know how much you love surprises, and several good and bad ones are to come.
I know you love New York, your school, and friends, but, unfortunately, they won’t always be around. The world is also going to face some major changes in 2001, and the road will be bumpy for a while. These changes, however, are for the better in the end, so embrace them.
I am 22 today, and I can honestly tell you that you are a wonderful person. You have incredible friends, family, and a boy who thinks the world of you. The best things in life are indeed worth the wait.
Like most kids, your teenage years are going to be awkward, uncomfortable, and frankly, not so great. Things will look up though! High school and college are going to be some of the best times of your life.
You’re going to be smart, beautiful, and successful. I know patience isn’t your best quality, but stay persistent; life is pretty darn good in 2013.
PS: Yes; you’ll eventually be saying things like “pretty darn good,” and the occasional “y’all.” I know you don’t know what that second word is just yet, but welcome it with open arms — trust me.