Back in time.

Remember when you were 11 and all the boys made fun of you. Fun was riding bikes and going to roller gardens on Saturday nights. Your journal was your solace and the night you discovered you could sit on the roof of your house you were never the same.

How about when you were 13 and a boy wanted to walk you home. You'd beg your mom, and your friends' mothers to drive everyone out to St Catherines so that you could socialize with the opposite sex and the infamous Y dances.

Then you were 15, and life was opened up by music that you felt in your bones. Obsessed with Thursday,Brand New, Thrice and Finch you started to dress and act like yourself. Parties, and boys and art class took up all of your time. Then there was falling in love. To re-live the sensation of falling in love...Oh, what a thing to re-live.

Then 16 to 17 came and went-in those years you discovered you wanted to be yourself, and just couldn't do that where you were. You wanted to act silly and be silly and not worry about being cool.Not worry about other people's problems. So you moved on to somewhere where you could do that. You were silly, in the best possible way. Improv and student council and singing tunes in the back of a Skylar were the only things that mattered. Summers were spent in Sauble beach listening to Weezer and Electric light orchestra in front of camp fires.

18, the big step. Time to move on whether you want to or not. New school, new home, new life,new friends. 18, and in love with another person but not with yourself.




I write this out for you, for me- because somewhere in your 20's you got lost. Things started falling upwards and away and everything got a little fuzzy. Post this, re-read it and try and remember that self discovery is a process. At some point in throughout your pinnacle teen-age years you felt happy, at peace and grounded. It's time to find that again. Find what you love. Do it everyday and you'll be happy again. Promise.