I have been thinking about this a lot lately. If I could go back with the knowledge that I have now I would go back to when I was 15. I was wild and free and felt like I could accomplish anything. The weight of the world and responsibilities hadn’t hit yet and I just felt like I had my entire life ahead of me to do whatever I wanted.
I remember a day in the summer right before I met my not so great boyfriend. I was laying on my bed, staring at my ceiling with some teen angsty pop song playing through my headphones. Wired ones. Not earbuds. I had just gone out and gotten ice cream from the ice cream truck and I just felt so good. I was happy. Happy in only a way a teenager can be.
Not to say I’m not happy now. I am generally a happy person and enjoy the life I have now, but there’s always boring, stressful adult things percolating in the back of my head. I’d love a year to just be a carefree teenager. Love everything, feel deeply and be reckless. Since time travel is not an option (yet!), this just gets to be a fond memory.
Would I rather be 15 or the age I am now? Absolutely, 100% who I am now. I’m so much cooler now… even though I know my younger self wouldn’t agree.
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