A letter to my 20 year old self

(thanks to the inspiration from Cassie Boorn)

A letter to my 20 year old self:

I can’t believe I’m old enough to write this letter.

Ok, 20 year old Karyn (so technically I’m 19 in this picture, just deal). Here goes. So, you’re smack dab in the middle of college. You’re still too young to get into Out R’ Inn. Be patient, it’s not THAT cool. Stick with B-dubs, you will love it forever. That guy that you’ve been dating for about 6 months now IS going to be your future husband, but you kind of know that, so for heaven’s sake calm down and just enjoy getting to know him and be yourself. Being with him is going to teach you a lot about yourself. Some of them will be hard lessons, but they need to be learned. Don’t be afraid to communicate. Yes, he really is as awesome as you think he is.

If it’s not too late, DO NOT lend your Nikon to your old suite-mate! Keep shooting! Take a business course as an elective or something, please!

Trust me. When you decide to go on spring break in Florida, skip the credit card idea. The longer you delay that stuff the better. Also – DO NOT LEAVE YOUR WALLET ON THE PLANE. Amazingly, I am a bit envious of your complete disregard for dieting and weight obsession at this point. But maybe you might want to get a scale at some point before your senior year. You never know when you’re going to get a job that comes with all you can eat food and you magically gain 10 pounds in one quarter.

Keep meeting new people and making new friends, it’s one of my favorite things about you. Fearless hellos. Random adventures. Keep loving on your high school friends. They are always worth your time, but will still be there for you if you don’t have any.

Never be afraid to share your thoughts about important things, just know when to keep your mouth shut about the other stuff.  Sit in on a financial planning meeting with Mom & Dad. Listen more, TRY to stop interrupting so much, but appreciate the friends that can have conversations where you can just talk over each other and still understand every word. Low drama is a good philosophy, stick with it. You think about things your own way all the time, DO them your way more often.

Travel! Just do it. Discover Rick Steve’s travel books. Oh and there is a 6 month work/study-abroad program in England that you will totally want to do, but you find out about it too late. Go, find it, now. Go.

Don’t scoff too much at all those runner people. You will be one someday.
Learn to say no. People will still like you. It’s ok if they don’t.
Eat as much Donato’s pizza, Cassano’s pizza, and Grater’s Ice Cream as you can.  You will not always live in Ohio.

Oh, and don’t worry, you will still like pickle juice when you’re 30.  It will still gross JaNae out. =)

I could tell you to do more stuff, but we both know you wouldn’t listen.

Take care,
You.

  • gauri - this is a great idea – wish i also had time to do one but i’ll probably be 40 before that happens

  • Katie in MA - Comment to my 32-year-old Self: Steal Karyn’s (also stolen) totally awesome blog post idea. And try like heck to insert the same amazing combination of honesty and humor. That’s a tall order, Self, but I know you can do it.

  • JaNae - Too funny about the pickle juice–and so true! Love the letter–it seems like just yesterday we were that young. Your writing is amazing!

  • Carrie - Just discovering this – what a great letter! And full of great advice! 🙂

  • Ashley Marie - I love this (:

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