Guess what? I was a Teenager once. Yep, believe it. Some of my younger clients can’t seem to fathom this. My final day of official Teenager-dom was nearly 15 years ago. Wow a lot has changed since then. For one, I didn’t really have Facebook; I definitely wasn’t on Twitter or Instagram; I don’t think Snap Chat existed (if it did, I didn’t know about it); I still hit record on the tape deck when the Spice Girls came on; I’m not ashamed to admit that I paid money to call a hotline to listen to Mmm Bop by Hanson; & I’m not sure that the smart phone was a ‘thing’ back then. I do remember my first mobile phone though. I got it at the age of 14. It didn’t do much. But I could call home if I needed & that was about the excitement of it. I remember struggling through the Teenage years. Confused. Self conscious. Never really sure where I fitted. I remember the battles I had with friends: who were friends one day & not the next, & then friends again. I remember desperately trying to fit in & doing some stupid things in order to do so. Reflecting back on those struggles, I see a BUCKET LOAD of mistakes. I used to wish I could go back & undo some of them. Used to. Now that I am wiser, & older; & now that I have achieved a few things in life, I get it.: those so called ‘mistakes’ were not mistakes at all. In fact, I wouldn’t change them for the world.
Had I not fought with friends I would not know the real meaning of friendship. Had I not been swayed, way too naively, into saying & doing things that I would regret, I would not know how to assert myself & feel confident in my choices today. Had I not been rejected, not only by the ‘hottest and coolest’ guy in school, but every other guy I ‘fell in love with’, I would not know the true meaning of love & I would have never learned how to recover from a broken heart. Had I not experimented with partying &, yes, alcohol, I would not be a non-drinking, yoga goer I am today – because it taught me what a hangover was & that, in the adult world, a hangover just isn’t feasible or manageable. Had I not battled with my body image & tried all kinds of diets and fads to maintain a certain size, I would not be so accepting & confident in my body today. Had I not hated on myself, I would not know what it is like to love myself today. Had I not lied to my parents about my whereabouts, I would not know what true, unconditional acceptance is like. So, do I want to go back to the Teenage years? Hell no! But am I grateful for the journey I went on. I would not be the person I am today – & I think I’m doing alright 😊