Letter to My Teenage Self
September 27, 2007 by Veronica Mitchell
Dear Teen Veronica,
You will never like Woody Allen movies. It’s okay to stop trying.
You will never make God love you by being good enough. You can’t. God already loves you, and it’s got nothing to do with what you do or don’t do. Once you believe that, it will change your life.
Never once in your life, not ever, no matter what you tell yourself, will a person love you because of what you weigh. It never happens. Not once your whole life long. You are worthy of love just as you are, and about the time you realize that, someone else will too. He’s a little scary, but he’s worth the risk.
And stop crushing on married guys, idiot.
Keep playing in the rain. Someday you’ll be too busy. Keep singing in the shower. Someday you’ll forget to. Take deep breaths, risk more failures and call home often.
You don’t go crazy. You don’t end up friendless. You don’t blow your brains out. Life doesn’t turn out the way you expected, but it’s pretty damn good.
I’ve been there and I know.
Your older self
I could never figure out what all the fuss was about with Woody Allen movies.
Very nice. Really, very nice.
And there’s only been one Woody Allen movie I ever really really liked, and that’s probably because he wasn’t in it: Bullets Over Broadway.
love this… loved the first one I read at RimaRama and think I might have to do one myself.
Love this! Really love it. I think I might try it.
I love the tips about playing in the rain and singing in the shower. Thanks for sharing this!
That’s a great letter! I’m not even sure what I’d say but I’m thinking about it…
Hey…going to put your truth post up at BlogRhet tomorrow so check over there for the link!
Julie
Using My Words
Love that. Love it.
And hate Woody Allen movies.
Great, great letter - and I will join you in never liking Woody Allen. Bleh.
Lovely. I should try that.
Loved this! I still haven’t figured out why Woody Allen movies are supposed to be so great. Now, if I’m having a hard time sleeping, they are just the thing. Maybe that’s it! Maybe everyone else is an insomniac and uses them for just that reason. I get it now!
Interesting exercise.
Teenage-me wouldn’t appreciate the lecture I’d have in store. I’m afraid I wouldn’t be very gentle with myself.
Thank you for letting me know once and for all that I am not the only un-fan of Woody Allen (though I finally had a few chuckles in Bullets over Broadway after being forced to watch it repeatedly with my best friend).