30 Candles, a letter to myself

Yes I turned thirty today. So I wrote myself a letter...

Dear my 20 year old self,

(May)

You are not not quite yourself, you take life far too seriously and you not quite happy. You are studying to do something that you know you will be good at but likely will not love. You are working two jobs not because you need the money but out of boredom. You are angry, you are worried, you just aren't sure.

You are perfect.

The worries, that is just who you are but most of them I promise you, will disappear. That life that you long for, it is going to happen, more than you know. That boy that you fell for years ago who still takes up space in your mind, call him because he will fall for you too.

in ten years you will be thirty, yes thirty and it won't feel like a big deal. it will feel good. You will love your husband, you will have two children who change everything, you will quit your job, you will find something you are passionate about and you will actually laugh almost every single day. Yes things get tricky along the way, you will hate your job for seven years, you will lose people that you loved, you will confront and conquer your fear of needles but you will feel like yourself and relish being who you are everyday of those ten years.

at thirty you will feel like you have it all (because you kind of do)

that is all.

xoxo your thirty year old self

just do me one favour, take a good hard look at your boobs, yes I know they are small, appreciate them now dammit because in ten years that is the one thing you will be lacking

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(yeah I know this cake only has 7 candles)

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