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 😊

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