
I posted yesterday about the series of letters to yourself. If you have one you would like to share, leave me a link in the comments. I love reading these. :)
If I could write a letter to my 16 year old self, with ten years of much fun and little regret later, this is what I would say:
Dear Holly (16),
You are exactly how I hope my daughter turns out when she is 16. You don't party, you're not into boys (actually they are not into you, so it's the same thing), you make the grades, and you hold a job. There is very little I would change about you at this phase, but here are some suggestions and hints to make the big transitions coming up more smooth for you.
Don't take a picture of Cameron Diaz with a pixie cut into a salon while your mom is on vacation and get your hair cut to match. You don't have a pixie cut face. The hair dresser won't tell you that. What I will tell you is that every guy you've ever been interested in will now think you are into girls. The collared shirts you wear everyday don't help either.
You won't marry Dan or Derek. So please stop driving by their houses like a creeper {who looks like Elvis in drag}.
You won't marry Zac either. But be nice to him; he really set the bar on what you expect in a relationship and how you should be treated.
Keep up on your jobs, but don't pay for that private driving school just to get your license early. That $500 will be a waste when you wreck your step dad's car while taking your test at the DMV. Your mom will make you wait the whole summer to re-take the test. You're not ready to drive.
Certain members of your family will call you "Aunt Janet" when they are trying to take a dig at your political stance or fashion choice. Don't ever take offense. In ten years you will realize that she is the most successful person on your Glover side.
There are some other Fouts surprises in store, but I don't want to ruin all of the fun. I'll throw in a Bill Clinton hint though... You'll have a picture of the two of you, blown up, next to your bed in ten years.
Barry will buy you a guitar that you just have to have. You will tell him that he won't regret it. Please learn to play at least one damn song. Also, he tells you that birds of the same feather flock together. In college, you will realize what he meant.
Take this letter however you want and change things as you see fit. But please, please, please.... Listen to your friend Betsy and go to the Dorset Inn on NYE 2007. You will meet a guy wearing a red scarf and he'll have some smug remark about your wrist tattoo. Ignore his comments and his pompous friends. He will be the best thing to ever happen to you. He will put up with you, your family issues, your student loan debt, your rigorous cleaning schedule, and your dietary restrictions. He will always make sure that the fast food joint left your meat off the bun and that the Brita pitcher is full. His favorite thing will be going to the mall with you. Let him have his way often... except about the blue house he wants to buy with the retaining wall in the back. Hold your ground on that one.
Love you, Ho Glo!
Holly (26)








