Happy Halloween, Chipmunks!! Do you like my costume? I’m dressed up as a serious writer today.
Terrifying, I know.
And all because I bumped into a certain someone last weekend and suddenly felt 19 again, reeling from that…
…crazy, head-over-heels first love.
…can’t-stop-wondering-what-they’re-doing-right-now-and-how-about-now-and-how-about-now first love.
…overwhelming, exhilarating, exhausting first love.
Almost as exhausting as carving a custom jack-o-lantern seemed to me this year.
When an experience kicks up those old emotions -in my case, heartache, rejection and unworthiness- there’s so much I wish I could tell my younger self.
So I did.
Dear Younger Me,
Your first love has a sacred place in your unfolding. These wounds will heal, though the phantom pain will be, at times, very convincing. What an amazing gift to feel so much for another. Tap into this heartbreak and transmute those tears into the stuff that will fortify your soul. You are full and bright and beautiful.
You have this person to thank for showing you what you need from another: Someone who will be there for you in every moment and honor you as an equal. Someone who will strive to build you up as they build themselves up, too.
This person is an important part in strengthening your spirit, for the love you seek requires a heart that knows itself.
How else will you recognize its reflection?
Wiser Older Me
What did your first love teach you? What do you wish you could tell your younger self about it? (If this question makes you uncomfortable, please feel free to post pictures of dogs in costume instead.)