Because of concerns over the space-time continuum and potentially hazardous consequences of the present me meeting up with the past me (as implied by Spock Prime in Star Trek), let’s just say that if I had the technology to travel back in time and communicate with the 14-year-old me I would do so using a Lake House setup rather than a time machine — after all, it’s always fun to get mail. Of course, there’s always the concern that Younger Me (Younger I?) wouldn’t believe that the message came from Me Prime, but somehow I think I could convince myself that I wasn’t pulling my own leg.
(I’m confusing myself, so here — gratuitous shot of Zachary Quinto for no other reason than he’s baller.)
Dear Younger Me,
Things are going to get crazy. Just go with it. And be prepared for a life that is not even close to what you expected. Bad things are going to happen, but in the meantime you are going to make some awesome memories and learn some important lessons about who you are and what you want.
I know, it’s a cop-out. I should be telling you to break up with your boyfriend and date the other really cute guy who was about to ask you out, but let’s stay on track here. The last thing I want you to do is have a Butterfly Effect moment and completely mess up the potential to meet some of the greatest people in your life. (I know you haven’t heard of the movie, but look up “butterfly effect”…and don’t worry about seeing the movie when it does come out, no matter what your brother says.)
Remember above all else that you are a strong and capable individual. Tell yourself through all of the mayhem — and there will be mayhem — that things are going to be okay. And then work to make it that way. It will take you a long time to understand the upheaval and betrayal that are coming your way, and I’m so sorry that I can’t tell you where or when it will happen, or who is going to break your heart. All I can tell you is that you are going to survive it all, and you are going to come through it as an even stronger woman than when you started.
A chain of events will begin in the next two months that will carry on at the forefront of your mind for the next three years, but don’t try to figure it out — ten years hasn’t made the puzzle any easier, or brought us any kind of closure. Just be who you are and do what you think is right, and you’ll emerge the better person.
Live hard, love hard, and remember that you can be happy. And in ten years, I’ll be waiting.
Love,
Me Prime
Okay. I legitimately meant the part about the butterfly effect. Even now it astounds me that had even one of my minor decisions been different in my youth, I would not be sitting in the present as I am. Granted, one of those decisions could have meant admission to a top-ranked school or a break onto Broadway or, dear heavens, even that I could be Rachel Berry on Glee! Even so, I would go back and do everything exactly as I did — heartache, strife and all — just to know that I would end up where I am today: warm in my bed, with the love of my life beside me. So Younger Me can handle it, because everything is worth it in the end.