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Words of Wisdom to My Older Self
I enjoy reading stories about other people giving advice to their younger selves. Sometimes the advice is incredibly spot-on and funny. Other times, it just sounds like the standard stuff; don’t date him, listen to your parents, stay in school, save your money, and so forth. Yada yada.
As for me, I’m skeptical of giving my younger self much advice. Largely, because I believe everything I’ve lived through has made me into the woman I am now, and I really love the woman I am now. She’s well-seasoned, incredibly beautiful inside and out, and grounded. She’s deliciously dope.
Plus, younger “Dijon” probably wouldn’t have listened to any advice anyway. I was mad at the world and wary of listening to adults who always seemed to “talk the talk” but didn’t really “walk the walk.” Adults who tried to correct me, while their own lives sat in shambles and smoke.
I was hell-bent on trying to do everything my way until I had an encounter with God himself. Yep.
Some would call it my “come to Jesus” moment. A moment that revealed just how little I knew about life and being an adult. Afterwards, the only thing I could do was sit down, shut up, and take notes.
I’ve lived long enough now to understand that adulting is hard work and sometimes the “walking” part gets especially tough. Everyone doesn’t…
