Hi friends. Wow, that was quite a weekend. Super glad I had yesterday off to recover from my weekend. Oh, and in case you were wondering, it is in fact possible to dirty dance with someone to 'Sandstorm.' You're welcome.
So I read a quote the other day that said, "Would the person you were 10 years ago look up to the person you are today?" At first I was like, um, NO...17 year old me would definitely not look up to 27 year old me. But then, I kept thinking, and it dawned on me that 17 year old me was kind of lame...and naive...and sheltered. So, I figured I would write a letter to myself back then, saying even though I turned out way differently than I thought I would, I turned out okay.
Dear 17 Year Old Anna,
Hey girl. I hope you have gotten over the initial shock of reading this blog, curse words and inappropriate stories and all. I'm sure you're wondering how the hell you turned out this way. You used to be so quiet and innocent and unaware of the ways of the world. Well, let me tell you, college wakes you up. Forget high school being the best four years of your life (we both know that high school sucked)...college is your time. You'll blossom into a social butterfly, get your first really serious boyfriend and talk about getting married, and you'll have some interesting life experiences on a cruise ship. You'll also get an awesome internship that will lead you to the best first job you could ever imagine. So stop breathing into a paper bag every time you see the word 'shit' on here and listen to me: you're going to be FINE.
College really is your time. You get to experience being on your own and making your own decisions all of the time. You'll also change your major, but only once. Good job. Most people change their majors at least 3 times before sophomore year. You'll meet some of your best friends, and you'll meet a lot of people you'll never talk to again, except for the annual birthday post on Facebook. Oh, and you'll discover Facebook. And you'll lose hours of your life stalking people you went to high school with.
Grad school...well, will not be your time. In fact, in your first semester, you'll find out something that will turn your world upside down. It'll be a rough couple of months, but you'll get over it. Well, I'm sure you'll end up on a couch talking to a shrink at some point in your life because of it, but you'll at least make it to 27 without an emotional breakdown. It'll change your total outlook on life, will change your religious beliefs, and will help mold you into the cynical person I am today...but you'll live. It will make you stronger, help you realize who you really are, and make you an advocate for what you believe in. You. Will. Be. Fine. Yeah, it'll suck for a while...and it still does coming up on five years later, but you're a survivor...a la Destiny's Child.
Oh, and you won't go to church for a while. Like, it's going on five years now. You'll still love Jesus, but you just won't enjoy being around a lot of the people that love him too for several reasons. I'm sure you'll go back someday, that day just hasn't come yet.
You'll have a great first job, a notsogreat second job, and an amazing third job. You'll end up working for the Department of Revenue where you will approve Tax Enforcement reports, negotiate prices and building floorplans with architects, and deal heavily with budget hearings, all with your History degree. Belmont was right...'From Here, to Anywhere."
But lastly, and most importantly, you'll have some of the best friends you could ever imagine. Friends that you go on Key West trips with, tailgate with, have cooking club with, call when good things happen with boys and when bad things happen with boys, will come sit with you when your loved ones are sick, will bring care packages to your door, will give you nicknames that inspire blogs, will give you their UK basketball tickets, will come to your events to support you, will make you laugh on the hard days, and will share inappropriate stories that involve "whoopsie-daisies", accidental Asians, and shooter fingers and other awkward hand gestures at inopportune times with. You'll be tired a lot on Monday mornings because of all the fun you had over the weekend, but you'll be loved.
So relax. I'm sure you still can't imagine how the sweet, little, angelic girl who never said a curse word in her life ended up with the mouth of a sailor and enjoys dancing on tables at Paradise Park. Just know that you'll have professional success, personal accomplishments, and (a complete lack of) social grace. But also know, you're going to have a hell of a lot of fun.
Peace, love, and Real Housewives (just wait...you're going to LOVE these shows),
27 Year Old Anna
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