By Adelaide Haynes

September 8, 2016

A letter to Adelaide at age 35,

 

I’m sorry for interrupting your cheese and wine night with your significant other. I know you bought fancy red wine that you matched with your fancy French cheese and are using fancy silver cheese knives and drinking from fancy wine glasses (boy, have I changed from drinking goon from a tea cup at college). But I promise this will just take a minute. It’s me, aka you, aka Adelaide at age 22 and I just needed to tell you something. Or maybe I was hoping you could help me with something.

 

I’m sorry for not having my shit together right now. I know you probably look back on your life to when you were 22 and think ‘wtf was I thinking, drinking goon from a tea cup.’ But lately I’ve had a lot of time to think about life (I just cancelled my Netflix subscription so I’m pretty much having an existential crisis).

 

They say your twenties is for experimenting, trying, failing, failing harder, falling in love, travelling, living, embracing and not giving a fuck, you know, all of those badass quotes on Pinterest. But what they don’t tell you is that you’re going to get lost. Not just kind of lost, but the sort of lost that makes you think that Chuck Noland from Castaway had his shit together.

 

I’ve reached a point where I have a lot of questions. What am I going to do after I graduate? Where am I going to live? Am I going to be able to buy a house? Do I even want to buy a house? What job do I want? How can I live a fulfilled life? How can I help others? How can I help myself? And why can’t Michelle Obama be president? And all of these questions, I really don’t have answers to.

 

I do have a lot of ideas. Sometimes I think I permanently walk around with a light bulb over my head. I also have a lot of hope and ambition, you know, that classic 22 year-old optimism. I think I just need to try and figure out how to turn these ideas and ambitions into plans, into goals and into action. It appears that I may need a mentor of some sort, and until I find one of them, it looks like 35 year-old me is just going to have to do.

 

OK so you may not be living the life of Carrie Bradshaw, but let’s be honest, she left Aidan for Mr. Big, that girl made serious mistakes. But I hope you are brilliantly happy and sharing your successes, your failures, your dreams and love across the world to people who need it.  Looking at your life, my life, the life I hope for… it’s weirdly inspiring. I’m not exactly sure what the future holds but I know if Chuck Noland can make it off that island, then I can create the future I want along the way. Minus the whole, stranded at sea business.

 

So I’ll let you get back to your romantic evening with… actually, who is your significant other? Can you just tell me his name? The first letter of his name? Star sign? Dammit 35 year-old Adelaide, you are cruel but you are wise (I hope).

 

 

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