Just kidding.
This is Laura. It's noon on Saturday, the last day in May. I'm writing my Monday post now because the day after tomorrow, when I would normally post, I have to leave for at least 32 hours of Freshman Orientation at 8AM. I am a big bowl of excitement with a side of nerves, seasoned with some uncharacteristic confidence in God's ability to prepare me for whatever boring or uncomfortable shenanigans He has in store at SHU. So, hopefully I can figure out how to queue this post to be published sometime on Monday. Maybe I'll have it post early in the morning so y'all have all day to read it, instead of at 8:30PM or some other crazy ungodly hour. And if I can't, one of you gurls *cough ROSE cough* needs to remember to sign in to Blogger and post this for my technologically inept self :)
Mercy, Rose, Gracie- I loved all of your posts from last week! I love what G&M are doing with their personal blogs too. Seriously. If you are reading this, your next little Internet adventure should not be a trip to scroll down lists of on-sale junk on Amazon. You should go read Gracie and Mercy's blogs. They rock my socks.
Also, dearest Rosie-
"Anyway, I guess what I'm trying to say is, I love the little infinity we have created on this blog"
You're adorable. Even if you and Mary-Kate plan tea parties and don't invite me (yeah, that conversation just happened right here in this kitchen).
I feel pretty cool because I'm writing this two days before it's supposed to be posted (update: I think I figured out how to schedule this to post. Lord willing this will publish on Monday, June 2nd, at 9:45 AM). It's like I'm sending a letter to our future selves- I have always wanted to do that. Actually, more than that I have always wanted to write a letter to my past self, kind of like my friend Becky just did on her blog, actually. But here I am, writing to the future, and I'm going to write to my past self, because I feel like it:
Dear 16-year-old self:
You're fine. Not just "stable and secure and delivered" fine, but like, fiiine fine. Seriously. You're taller and tanner and you have a not-dorky haircut. So stop smearing on so much blush, stop wearing Ben's hand-me-down sweatshirts because you don't like the curves of your hips. You're fine, and you don't need some guy to think you're pretty to believe that.
You made it. You survived high school. You are smart. Don't be afraid to tell yourself that. It isn't arrogance, it's a statement of your belief in your own self-worth. You have so much to offer. All you have to do is be brave, be unafraid of being different or loud or controversial. Once you start believing that, oh, the places you'll go. You got into an excellent University, so stop freaking out over your GPA :)
You are not your sister. People will love you, even when you're not trying to be just like Mary-Kate. And anyone who thinks you and her are exactly the same person is seriously not worth the time of day. Be yourself. You are not as outgoing as her. Accept it. Don't force it. It will take you eighteen years to figure that one out. Godspeed, my friend.
You're lovely. I wanted to say "cute," but you hate being called cute because it makes you feel inferior and unserious. But seriously. You're awkward sometimes and you get nervous, but I promise that's just part of growing up, and once you get through all of that you have no idea what amazing things God will do with you. You learn to forgive. You learn to love bitter, black coffee, and running in the cold wind. You learn to be socially comfortable. You learn not to strive. You learn that age is only a number when it comes to some of your closest friends. You learn not to always have a crush on a boy, or to play with one boy's feelings by talking to the other one (you know who I'm talking about, young lady). Ultimately, you learn to let go and let God, trusting in His sometimes murky but wonderful plan for your life. Trust me. I know. I have literally been there, done that. You're fine. It will get excruciatingly hard at one point, but you're fine. Don't worry. Keep calm and carry on.
Love,
your 18-old-self
I feel like a Time Lord, with all of this jumping forward and backward in my life.
Dear Future Foursome,
How are things on June 2nd, 2014? How was Laura's grad party? Did you all eat too much of my mom's strawberries and cream cheesecake? What's the weather like? Until then I remain,
Faithfully yours,
Laura :)
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