I was driving home from a trail run the other day, windows down, feeling amazing, listening to my favorite radio morning show on KLove.
Ahh… endorphins flowing, sun shining… everything is just… right.
The host began a discussion that instantly grabbed my attention: “What if you could somehow write a letter to your 15-year-old self?” he said, “What would you say?”
Ha… I thought, everything wasn’t always “just right”, was it?
I started to reflect upon 15-year-old me. The rebellious, bratty, out-of-control, drug addicted failure daughter of a Baptist preacher… oh, I’d have a lot to say. So, why not actually say it? Where to begin… Continue reading “To The 15-Year-Old Me”
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