Dear sixteen-year-old Mari,
You wait little girl on an empty stage, for fate to turn the light on. Your life little girl is an empty page that men will want to write on… To write on… You are sixteen going on seventeen, baby it’s time to think. Better beware be canny and careful, baby you’re on the brink. (Sixteen Going on Seventeen, The Sound of Music)
I have begun this letter with a song because I know that is how your brain ticks. Your default reaction is to respond (in your mind, rarely out loud) with song. Don’t worry, that’s what makes you unique. It will come in handy, too, when you start song leading.
So… What does 25-year-old Mari have to say to you? Well, you’re going to start college this year, little girl. You’re life is going to change dramatically. You will meet a lot of great, interesting people. And, I won’t spoil it for you — but you will meet the one, but you won’t realize it because you’ll spend some time hung up on some other one. Or ones. But you will write a memorable one-liner about the one. And you’ll surprise yourself when you go back on that entry nine years later.
Gah, I said I wouldn’t spoil it for you. Anyway.
Like I said, your life will take a significant 180 degree turn. You will never be the same again. And that’s good. Because I know what you did last summer. Kidding. But I do. I’m you.
Anyway, girl, I just want to tell you to loosen up. Don’t try to please people too much. Don’t put so much unnecessary pressure on yourself, too. CMSC 11 will turn out fine. It’s CMSC 150 that you have to worry about. But hey, you’re still going to graduate with flying colors. So much flying colors that the electricity will go out. You’ll make the Centennial Graduation memorable, darling.
Don’t stop reading books. Don’t stop writing. Don’t stop doodling — oh are those anime characters I see in your Math 1 handouts? Tsk, tsk, tsk, you should pay more attention to your teachers — one day, you are going to be a teacher, too.
You won’t always be as level-headed and pulled-together as you want to make yourself out to be. See how crazy and disorganized this letter is? This is already the 25-year-old you talking, deary.
With that, I’m going to end with this: don’t be afraid to be Mari. It will take you some time to grasp that. I’m still trying to absorb and apply it even now. But that is what I shall leave you with.
Some words of wisdom, huh?
You’ll turn out fine.
Hugsies (Not that you’ll really bring yourself to say “hugsies” in real life),
For the 50-Week Writing Challenge. Subject: Write a letter to yourself aged sixteen.
10 thoughts on “Week #1: Dear Sixteen”
That was a lovely letter! I can imagine it going back in time to give 16 year old you some little hints :-)
My sixteen-year-old self was a bit oblivious. Even with all the hints! Lol.
I think all 16 year olds are a bit oblivious :-)
This is sooo cute! <3
And that was how my ICS instructors first met me. Haha!
oh i love this mary! i did write one to my younger self too! mihihihihi
Oh yeah! You mentioned that when we met up last time! :D Oh how I wish we read these letters then. But we turned out pretty well, didn’t we? :D
Can we please know what that one liner was?
wait, nvm, I found it :D Yiee :) Sorry for snooping. hehe
Hahaha. No, you won’t be able to find it anywhere. :P