Dear 30 Year Old Mandie/ Madge- whatever you want to call yourself;
You kind of know me, because I am you and so this shouldn’t be creepy or offensive in any way…. but DAMN GIRL! You are so adorable and just the right amount of weird and sexy. Farming really looked good on you. Nature is a place that brings out your best assets. I really miss the entire wardrobe you collected and discarded over the years.
I notice that you looked forward to 30, and you KNEW that once you arrived that you were on top of the world. No longer a child, and old enough to say you know better… The prospect of thirty was exciting… and it felt like an accomplished age. You weren’t wrong. You really played strong, hard and responsible with the right amount of reckless. You learned and observed a lot. Despite normal selfishness, you wanted nothing more than to give and receive the gift of seeing others happy. Your strength still helps me today.
I know you are still struggling with body dysmorphia at this point. You have a hard time facing it, as you always have. Your diet is really great, you really try to “work your body” outside of the demands of a physically demanding job, and you still feel inadequate. I just want to say, damn girl. If you could see me, the potential future you in my today; you would know what I am saying.
If you could really SEE the whole you, beyond picking the right take from a video meant for youtube, You would be amazed at how often you’ve demonized yourself. When things were good, they were great and yet still as avoidable and demonized as when things felt bad.
The You, who made up “Madge Midgely Laycock” and so many other avoidance characters, was both brilliant and sad. You honestly always said what it is you are experiencing, and sometimes bad grammar is your partner in crime, but it is adorable.
30 Year Old Mandie, I miss you. I mean, its only been 8 years, but, WOW, I LOVE YOU! I feel so much of our internal, eternal realness was represented in your excitement, boldness and presence. You didn’t even know you were thinking about Me, now, then. But, I get it. I feel ya girlfriend, self I am.
Thank you for being so unabashed, always. I think that is one of the things I love most about you. You are really strong, creative and resilient. It’s awesome to know that you are me.
I ‘m sorry if I have disappointed you. I didn’t expect this, either. You know how we roll? With the punches.
I know I feel inclined to defend or explain myself to you, but you will understand when you get here. And, if I know you, like I know me; there will be forgiveness, compassion and understanding.
Mandie2010-2012, You are a force to be reckoned with. Thank you for the time we were able to spend together. You taught me how to really be a friend to me, you, us, and the future.
In Trusting Love,
The 37 year old You.
2 thoughts on “Letter to my 30 Year Old Self.”
We are truly or own worst critics. This is a strong theme this week 💜 thanks for sharing 🙏🏻✨
It makes me really want to see the videos of me as a kid, because I can’t really remember that little girl. I know she was precocious. She needs my love and forgiveness too. It is my hope that we can all learn to forgive and love our past selves, totally. To better love and understand ourselves moving forward.