letter to young self
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A letter to my younger self…

At the risk of sounding like an old aged pensioner WAY before my time, I thought I’d spend today writing a little note to my younger self.

A slightly strange blog post, as yes, I am only 23, but it’s actually really interesting to look back and reflect over my do’s and don’ts over the years…

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I’m no wise owl who knows anything more than anyone else, but I do strongly believe in learning from your mistakes (maybe not the first time – or second, or third, ooops!) but eventually we all get there, right?

I was a huge sports junkie as a child, you name a sport, and I did it.  Mum drove me around the country most weekends, as I competed in swimming, netball and running competitions.  BUT (there it is, the big B word), as soon as I hit college, I became ‘too cool’ for sports, and my time was instead occupied with the usual, stereotypical teenage drawl – hanging around parks with a bottle of white lightening! CRINGE!

My Mum told me not to quit everything, I can vividly hear her saying ‘you’ll regret it Victoria’ and as much as I hate to admit it, mothers are always right. Damn.

I hadn’t been particularly bothered up until recently; I was asked to play a game of netball, and I was appalled with my non-existent abilities.  SHOCKING.  I’d definitely ‘lost it’ as they say.

So for anyone thinking of giving up something they’re good at, have a think first – I can guarantee you’ll come back to it at some point in your life, and be warned, you may be slightly embarrassed at the outcome!

The next piece of advice for my younger self is to choose your friends carefully.  People you’ve known since the age dot, aren’t necessarily the ones you HAVE to call your ‘best friend’ (how childish is that phrase!!).

Different friends do different jobs.  Is the friend you party with every weekend, the one you’d tell your deepest, darkest secret to?  Is the one you’ve known the longest, someone you hang out with regularly?  It’s worth a thought isn’t it.

Now, this bit really is deep…are you ready?

I’m sure you’ve all heard the saying – it’s better to live a life of I did, rather than I wish or what if…blah, blah, blah.  But seriously, just do it, give things a go, it doesn’t matter if they don’t work out, at least you tried!

That’s my motto anyway, it may not have been 5 years ago, but as of lately, I’m an ‘I did’ girl.  (Wish I could insert the crossed armed, girl power emoji here! Ha)

And finally, the best advice I should definitely have taken on board as a teenager; time really does heal everything.  Soppy, cringey, yucky, ew … but it does.

Give things time to heal, you’ll laugh about it 6 months later.  It’s so hard to see it, and I’m not saying it gets any easier the older you get; I still want to boot people in the face when they say to me ‘give it time’ NO!

But they’re right; fortunately, most things are laughable further down the line!

So, there we have it, a little heads up from one whipper snapper to another.  Have you any tips you’d love to tell your younger self?  Go on, share ‘em!

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  • Reply Peter jackson July 17, 2015 at 4:48 pm

    You were a good footballer too.
    You are 23 and I finished playing at 42.
    I believe you have enough time to recapture and use your abilities, take heed!!
    I did a fell race this week at 58 and another competitor was over 70.
    Good luck with your future sporting endeavours.
    Barlick fellrunners are looking for lady recruits, stop messing about and join!

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