Today’s Reverb 10 prompt asks: Imagine yourself five years from now. What advice would you give your current self for the year ahead? (Bonus: Write a note to yourself 10 years ago. What would you tell your younger self?)
Dear 30-year-old Meg,
Darling, you are stepping out into a brand new year. It’s a year full of changes and lessons and growth and surprises. You have very little idea of what’s in store for you. And that’s OK.
Here’s my advice for you my dear:
-Remember you. You’re just coming out of mama-cocoon, and you need some time to reconnect with yourself. Learn who you are all over again. Befriend yourself (you’re already getting there).
-Stay centered. I know you’re working on this already. Keep at it. Stay rooted to the earth and reaching to the heavens. Always come back to that. Remember how the barre was home in ballet class? Rooted-and-reaching is your new home base.
-“Should” is your nemesis. Keep rephrasing and working it out of your vocabulary…it’ll make so much difference.
-Don’t be afraid to go out and meet people. Your tribe is out there. Be open and honest and YOURSELF and let the people you want to know come to YOU (internet-friends-and-mentors are great too…but real people can be magical).
-You are perfect and beautiful just as you are. Even when you’re scared or cranky. Those things are emotions…they’re not YOU.
-Don’t be afraid to say “no.” Don’t be afraid to change your mind. You’re a human being too. You’re feeling your way just like everyone else.
I wish I could give you more specific advice, darling, but the fact is that if you knew what was in store it would take the magic away. You need to learn and experience these things on your own. No spoilers, as River Song would say.
No matter what you do (or don’t do), know that you’re loved. You’re on the right path.
P.S. You’re going to dance your heart out.
Part Two of this question is a little tricky because if I followed this advice I absolutely positively would not have even met Matthew, let alone married him. But if I knew a 20-year-old who was doing the same thing *I* was doing at 20…here’s what I would say:
Dear 20-year-old Meg,
Let’s see….20 years old…that would put you at Skidmore and dating Chris, yes? Darling…do I have advice for you.
D.T.M.F.A. my dear. Save yourself a year of drama and don’t even talk to him ever again. Just like that. You will be better off. Being “Meg the Martyr” isn’t really what you want to do…why not stand up and say “NO! I’m worth more than this, DAMMIT!” …because you ARE, Meg. You really are.
Also, I know that a certain individual pretty much killed your will to dance last year, but you don’t really want to just do beginner hip-hop this year. Challenge yourself, take some improvisation classes, join Terpsichore, and do this thing on your OWN terms. She doesn’t own you. Don’t let her dictate the course of your life. You are such a talented girl…I wish you could see that. Also, you’re not fat. No, really, I swear.
I wish you could see how much you’re loved, my darling, and how magically wonderful you are.