I grew up an only child and always envied friends who had amazing friendships with their siblings. It almost seemed like they shared secrets that I would never get access to. Like an elite country club that was only accessible to trust fund babies. But with the passage of time, I learned to enjoy being a permanent party of one.
Yet there were always moments. In the quiet hours of the early morning, where I would always wonder. What would I say if I’d ever met my 20 year old self for a coffee? And after one too many glasses of red, I realised I would offer her the following advice.
- I would let her know that life doesn’t stop at 30. But there will be an inevitable shift in priorities .
- I would tell her to pursue that dream, even if it feels unrealistic. Chances are you will look back at it very fondly.
- I would tell her to go to therapy because after some point you have to take accountability for your own actions.
- I would encourage her to continue to travel more. Even if the cost felt atrocious. Chances are that Europe trip would only feel more unattainable with a mortgage and responsibilities.
- I would let her that even at 30 something she will still be figuring out life as it unfolded in front of her and that it was normal.
- I would tell her that she would lose a heck load of friendships. But, she would also gain plenty in return.
- I would advise her to learn to make her peace with her parents, because they did the best they with what they had.
- I would tell her to prioritise her health because at some point those late nights would catch-up with her.
- I would tell her to always focus on the creativity in a world that rarely encourages it.
- I would tell her to create her own narrative otherwise the world around her will create one for her.


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