My advice to my 20-year-old self. . .
When asked at a “Generation Next” White House forum with millennials what advice he would offer his 25-year-old self, Trump barely skipped a beat when he joked in response: “Don’t run for President.” (http://people.com/politics/donald-trump-advice-younger-self-dont-run-for-president/)
That got me thinking. What advice would I give my 20-year-old self?
Today, as I look back at the young girl I was, I hold her gently and kiss her cheek and say, "We have to dare to be ourselves, no matter how frightening or deep it may be. Darling, open your eyes. You are not made up of those words that hurt you. Or that number on the scale. Or the expectations that you feel you will never meet. Listen not to your inner critic, because she is a bully.
Sometimes you are unsatisfied with your life, while many people around you are dreaming of living your life. A child on a farm sees a plane overhead and dreams of flying. But a pilot on the plane sees the farmhouse and dreams of returning home.
That's life! Enjoy yours . . . if wealth was the secret to happiness, then the rich would be dancing on the streets. Instead, only poor kids do that.
If power guarantees security, then officials should walk unguarded. Instead, those who live simply, sleep like a kitten.
If beauty and fame bring ideal relationships, then Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie would still be together and have the best marriage ever.
No one is going to love you exactly like you've dreamt. No one is ever going to read your mind and pluck every star from the sky and hand it to you. No one is going to show up at your door on a horse, with a glass slipper, you lost. Do you understand, sweetheart? That's why you have to love yourself enough so that any other love just adds more candles to the cake you've already iced.
And, remember. . . the best part about life? Every morning you have a new opportunity to become a happier version of yourself.