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HAWMC Day 10: A Letter to 16 Year Old Maggie

Dear 16 Year Old Maggie,

Here's what I want to say to you... I know you think you've got it all figured out right now. You're going to go to college for Musical Theater. You're going to move to New York. You're going to be the next Bob Fosse. You've got the biography and the bowler hat to guide you. You're ready. I know. You have everything figured out. You love having everything figured out. I get it. I love it too.

The thing you don't realize yet is that things change. You change. And here's what you have to keep in mind: it really is okay not to have it all figured out. This is not an easy concept. I'm still having a really hard time with it, but it's true, okay? Trust me.

Because, Young Maggie, (haha, you now have your rapper name. You're welcome.) life is about to throw you a curve ball. Your body is about to flip out on you, and it's going to be scary and really hard. I'm far too much of a Doctor Who fan to tell you too many spoilers, but I'll tell you that there will be lots of crying and lots of pain. It's going to suck sometimes. But I will also say that you are going to get through it. That whole having a plan thing works in your favor here, because you'll be far too focused on achieving your goals to let anything get in your way. Just remember to let yourself off the hook sometimes. Do your best and let everything else go.

The problem here, Young Maggie, is that I know you well enough to know that you will not listen to a thing I am trying to tell you, no matter how hard-learned or sound my advice may be. You're going to do exactly what you've been planning to do your entire life until you figure these things out on your own. And honestly, I can't complain. It's working out alright so far. So go for it, dude. Work your ass off and don't let anyone tell you that you can't do everything you've planned.

Hang in there,
Your 23 Year Old Self

P.S.- Do me a solid and start incorporating some color into your wardrobe. The all black thing is boring and sincerely unflattering.


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  1. CrystalEApril 15, 2012 at 9:51 AM

    "Do your best and let everything else go" Hmmmm, sounds like a quote from someone.

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    1. UnknownApril 15, 2012 at 12:57 PM

      Yeah... Someone who probably said that to me a lot when I was 16. Too bad I didn't pay attention.

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  2. AnonymousAugust 30, 2013 at 4:04 AM

    wow this made me cry.. i read it not just coming from someone with crohns but someone who just wants to get to were that aspired to go. And see's to it to use the determination they always had to get there. Using it as a propeller
    to get through

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