Letter to me...

Tonight, while babysitting the space station, I will follow this example: http://www.thefrisky.com/post/246-letters-to-our-younger-selves/
And write a letter to myself at half my age.

Dear 12 year old space cadet,

Man, being 12 sure is rotten, huh? Mom cooks dinner, mom does the laundry, and thanks to Cheryl you have no idea what it is like to clean a bathroom. Plus you get to go to a black tie party every weekend, and the only thing you have to do to earn it is to show up at temple Saturday morning. A few years from now you will actually voluntarily go to temple, just to go. Yeah, I don't really believe it either.

I know you are too busy freaking out about your own Bat Mitzvah, because it sure looks scary up there, what with the public speaking and all, and we know you can't sing. Well, get this: you don't sound so bad, your speech makes Daddy tear up, and you make alot of money that you will use in 12 years to buy a house. Plus you get to wear the best dress ever, and dance til you drop.

I know you think you are an outcast, that you don't have alot of friends... but the important thing is that you have good ones. Ali, she really is gonna be your best friend forever. And I know that you are wishing for boobs because you think then the boys will finally notice you... well you never get big boobs but you will finally have boys notice. And this is something you should know now and start believing, although it won't make sense for a couple years... He is not the only boy who will ever love you. Nor the one after that, nor the one after that. Just by virtue of the fact that I listed three, that would seem to indicate any of them is not the only one... don't be so hard on yourself, because you are actually awesome.

And you will have your dream job. No, sorry, aren't an astronaut yet. But you will get the job you never knew you were actually made for. And you will kick ass. So don't worry. Just have fun with your best friend, and try to relax a little.

Love and hugs,
24, and still a space cadet.