Dear Younger Me,<\/p>\n
You knew on some level that life was magical.
\nMystical. Enchanting. Unbearably new.
\nYou were all full of possibilities and dreams,
\nalways too headstrong to follow on cue.
\nThat was always a part of your charm, that absolute certainty
\nthat all life would unfold in a way good for you.<\/p>\n
Impossibly it both hasn\u2019t and has. You\u2019ve lived
\nas you wanted. You always had love.
\nBut life is far different now than you could expect
\nwhen your greatest concern is wearing white gloves
\nout on the field of Friday night glory,
\nSomehow you’ll be guided always from above<\/p>\n
Or within or without or wherever help comes from.
\nYou didn\u2019t know how your religious vocation
\nwould dictate your friends, your loves and your study.
\nCould you know that New York would be your destination?
\nHow strange for a Texan, your family all said.
\nMore strangely, it becomes your favorite location.<\/p>\n
Be ready for five loves, none of whom you\u2019d expect,
\nOne you love now, then the one who made you whole,
\nOne many years older, and one as many years younger.
\nThe best will be the middle, who will love your pilgrim soul.
\nBut birthing two children will fill your heart with purpose,
\nand mothering will turn out to be your most beloved role.<\/p>\n
You\u2019ve always worked hard to achieve what you wanted.
\nSometimes you\u2019ve failed, most times you\u2019ve come through,
\na professional life to be proud of
\nthough all jobs don\u2019t end happily for you.
\nYour life will be a good one, you\u2019ve the courage to live it.
\nStay courageous, outspoken, bold, balanced and true.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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