This blog comes to you from seat 18D on a Delta flight from Denver to Reno.
So I'm sitting here and I'm thinking about the age old question. " If you could go back in time, what would you tell your younger self?"
Well initially, I should have told myself to save all my leggings, legwarmers and flannel shirts and not give them to good will. (Who would have ever thought they'd be back in style! ) But I guess, when you go back in time and tell yourself something - it should always be quite serious and life changing.
But besides that,
I think I have two reoccurring things I would have loved to tell myself. One being- "You'll be alright". My teenage years were filled with such emotional drama. I feel bad for each person that has to live through those crazy years.
Submitted by John Paul Jackson on Mon, 11/07/2011 - 9:51pm
This story begins in a large, beautiful forest that has humongous trees as far as the eye can see and beautiful mountains that were bigger than any mountain I have seen. This forest has crystal clear ponds and rivers that when you looked into these waters you could see your reflection. A lot of animals live in this forest and they could talk to each other as I'm talking to you right now. They had voices of their own and they all shared the forest there was no quarreling amongst them. But if there were they knew the king of the forest would banish them.
The King of the Forest was no animal nor was he human; the King was dressed in a fine robe with eyes that were as blue as the sky. When the King spoke everyone listened intently. His voice was like the sound of the ocean waves roaring splashing against rocks. This king had a kind and gentle heart for all of the animals and he has a heart for those who asked if they can come and live in the forest with him and the animals.
Does anyone remember that incredible old saying that we used to hear when we were growing up? The one that said, “If you can’t say anything nice, don’t say anything at all.” Of course our mothers would usually tell us that one when we would mouth off to them and we totally hated it BUT if you really think about it, it’s kinda great “rule”. Our mom’s knew what was up. They knew that if we could just keep our (mostly rude) opinions to ourselves we wouldn’t end up hurting anyone’s feelings and in turn, wouldn’t feel bad about what we said. It’s a win-win. Sometimes I wish we still had our mothers follow us around every day so when we go to freely give someone our opinion, or tweet something rude to someone, or rudely blog about someone we don’t even know, that our sweet mothers could be there and say, right before we hit that send button, “Now remember, if you can’t say anything nice, don’t say anything at all….
Something I love about my life and just life in general is that it really always is full of surprises. So much of life is brilliantly unpredictable with its twist and turns and ups and downs. But I’ve seen that if I can learn to go with it and enjoy the journey there are so many amazing things about life that I can discover.