A friend asked me to write a letter for her daughter’s 16th birthday sharing any wisdom I’ve cultivated since I was a teenager. Of course, I’ve learned a lot since those boy-crazy days when I plastered my bangs with toxic amounts of Aqua Net hairspray so they perched upright like a cockatoo’s fanciful plume. The hair didn’t attract many suitors but I like to think that the birds were flattered by my attempt to imitate their artful style.
Eventually, I learned not to imitate anyone. Moreso, I learned there was no reason to. People are as different as cats (or dogs if that’s your thing) and each one is worthy of love. It doesn’t matter that some people have better pedigree or grooming. Be yourself were words of wisdom worth imparting.
Yet, that advice felt overly simplistic considering that life is a constant becoming. Besides, I didn’t always know who I was to simply be that person. Like an orange when it’s taken apart, I was made up of different segments that individually didn’t always seem to fit together. It took time to unpeel the layers and see how all those different truths about who I am create the whole. Allowing time to uncover and piece together one’s true self wouldn’t be such bad advice either.
But then I remembered how impatient I was to figure life out now. I was certain that if I just knew who I was supposed to be, what I was supposed to do, or how much longer it would take to get to that place where life didn’t feel so prickly I could exhale and enjoy the ride. What I’ve learned is sometimes the ride gets bumpy, veers off track, and hits a dead end by some spooky field that you once saw in a horror movie. You don’t have to enjoy all of it. You won’t. Breathe anyway.