Friday, June 20, 2014

Dear Ann...

Dear Ann,

I know you're feeling useless at the moment, it's driving you crazy that you're not going a mile a minute with all sorts of things to knock of a never ending to do list. It's okay though, you deserve this. As much as it's killing you to have this much time on your hands, it'd literally kill you if you didn't.

I'm so hard so hard on you, beating you down just for being you. I doubt your abilities, from being able to lift heavy enough weights, or writing a good enough paper, I'm always declaring your failure before you even start. All the while, you see me be compassionate, understanding and forgiving to everyone else and their shortcomings. No, it's not fair, and it is definitely not on purpose. I pay more attention to everything you're not, rather than highlighting everything you do and have.

You're not even a month into life as a 25 year old, so why are you already pressing for '25' as you picture it?

Instead of counting your so called shortcomings as a 25 year old, let's not disregard everything you accomplished at 24.

You got into grad school, to some that's just the circle of life, but for you, it was like moving mountains. You had to overcome your insecurities about your writing skills, your GPA, and the likelihood of getting rejected. Not only did you get accepted, but to BETHEL, the school that 18 year old Ann only dreamed about going to. Things come full circle little girl, good on you.

You've got bad ass grades. Despite insecurities and juggling your many commitments, you managed to  get grades you hadn't seen since high school. Not to mention every break down and mess of tears you sat in, got you here, humbly. Your insecurities still loom around your brain, but you get through it regardless. Yo, I'm proud. 

You didn't plan on staying with Step By Step Montessori, but guess what? You just had your one year anniversary at this job. I know you planned to quit the early childhood scene altogether, but no one else hired you. You develop loose relationships with the people you work with, but all the while knowing in your heart and mind that this is not where you're going to end up after such a courageous departure from Children's Home.

You hated this job, which was fine because while you couldn't bare the idea of quitting such a cushy situation, your job quit you. You would have been dumb to ditch the hours and the pay for the amount of work you do, but you needed to go. Think of this as the universe's way of freeing you.
You've been relieved of your duties and now you can fly.

You've found the love of your life. You two have grown immensely, as a couple, and as individuals. This is perfect, you saw it in the movies, exactly what you thought it'd be. Remember that time in your life when you thought love didn't exist and all men should just die? Well shove it, because it does exist, you've found it, and you'll have it forever.

You're so physically fit, your teenage self would swoon. You know that tripod headstand? You can do it. You're tanner and toner than you've ever been, so marvel in it. All those years you spent wishin' and hopin' to be in shape are gone. You're confident, strong, and hot. rawrrr.

You have changed the world. It was your dream, is your dream. You've forgotten to realize that you're changing it as you go. Everyone who interacts with you benefits from your presence, you know this, they've told you. The impact you leave on them creates a domino effect as they, in turn, impact others. Even though it's your end goal, you have to acknowledge the footprints you're leaving now.

You're doing good, kid. Get your head out of comparison mode, it's literally killing you. This isn't anyone else's track but your own, and for the longest time, that's exactly how you want it. 
You've fought for this, defend it, and keep going. 

Color outside the lines, dance when you feel like it, and sing, sing because that's what you love to do. 

Don't give a fuck about what anyone thinks, it really doesn't matter. 

I love you, I know I need to show it more, and I will. For our sake.
We got this.
Ann


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