Discovering the Beauty: Advice to my past self

Life is becoming more complicated, and I am in love with that fact.

brave attempts at cooking

Big fancy chocolate shop

OOOOOey gooey chocolate and caramel cookies

knitting and a nice cup o' joe

This are among my favorite things

I am going to begin a trend where I start enjoying them so much more...

The other day I thought of how much I have changed since I began college. Since my four years is almost over and I am finally seeing the light at the end of the tunnel I think that it is important to look back and reflect: was it all worth it?

I started off college feeling very little liking for myself, now I am beginning to appreciate alone time. I used to think that mac and cheese was some kind of delicacy, now I am much more enthrawled with gouda and brie with rustic bread and fresh spring greens. Music was whatever was on the radio, now it is based on the emotions that the sounds bring out from me. I used to write about boys, now I contemplate on world issues. I think it is safe to say that the more I experience the more beautiful my life is.

I think if I met my four-years-ago self today I would want to show her everything that I know. I would tell her to stop making excuses and start living. I would tell her to read a Walt Whitman poem over and over and over. I would tell her to try real french mousse and to watch more foreign films. She would probably need to work out more so she could enjoy eating whatever she wants. I would tell her that fast food isn't even worth it.

Up until now, I don't think that I have ever really appreciated the life that I have been given. I think that it is the human norm to complain about virtually every thing around us. "I don't have enough money. I am not skinny enough. I don't have a boyfriend. I need a nicer car. I hate my boss. I hate my clothes" I have fallen into this head first. I want, I need, I wish. Finally, I am free. I am starting to believe even more that God gave me a life that was worth living. I have spent so much of my life just dying.

So to my past self and to my future self alike I would like to say one thing: life is what you make it. It may sound like something from a motivational speech but obviously the world needs those. I am no longer going to allow myself to fall into what the rest of the world is doing before carefully examining if it is good for my soul. Screw all of the crash diets and the reality T.V.shoes. Forget the newest slang words and the bras that make your boobs look two cup sizes bigger. I am fine with the person I am.