A letter to my 10-year-old self
Hey little me,
I remember being Ten very well. You've just started vocal lessons, you're learning to be a leader, have you figured out that math isn't that hard yet? Your teachers have high hopes on you, little one. So ambitious, responds well to her peers, GREAT at teamwork, enjoys singing and dancing, could reach much better heights if she paid more attention in class.. you've heard it all. You're going to get better at all that. You're going to be an excellent leader, make people proud of you. You're going to be your dad's biggest pride and mom's greatest joy. You're going to have it all.
But one thing you're not yet prepared for is the aftermath. There's going to be a time where you don't want to sing or dance anymore. People are going to put so much expectations on you that you will crumble under the pressure. You're going to get tired of being a social butterfly, but people won't understand that you now enjoy your own solitude above their presence. People will put responsibilities on you that you are realistically too young for: they will place you on a pedestal without even realising how high it actually is, without realising how easy it is to fall off it. Life is going to get much tougher, my love.
You're already very independent, aren't you? *laughs* Well, that won't change. You don't need a man to make you happy, you will have a gang of strong women by your side when push comes to shove. You will start earning young, you will reach short term goals with minimum effort. People will like you, you'll be respected and looked up at. You're blessed like that.
But sweetheart, life gets hard. Suddenly, we're not trying to be the best at what we do or to fulfil responsibilities. Our main priority would be to live. It already is. Our life is going to bring us great sorrow, but I have faith we will pull through.
Chin up, Chicken. Treat people with kindness. Bloom with grace. Have faith in yourself, ignite that flicker of hope inside you. Embrace your chaos, run your own race. Above all, remember, you've always been enough. You've got nothing to prove.
I'll make sure the sacrifices you will have to make to get where you want to be worth it. If not for myself, I'll do it for you. For the cheeky, happy little girl who stole everyone's hearts. For the ambitious little lady who was effortlessly good at everything she did. For you, my love, I promise I'll do my best.
Good luck, little Dove.
With all the love, hugs and kisses,
21-year-old you.
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