[vintage UtR] 21 Things I Wish I Could Tell My TwentySomething Self

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22ish and confused…RIP Mrs. Mary

I’m supposed to be grading papers but I can’t stop thinking about my writing projects [Breathing Lessons especially]…and my workout (which I’m about to miss if I don’t finish my work and go to bed). But, yeah, Breathing Lessons…

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I make lists.  It’s what I do.
I also take unsmiling pictures of myself.  Shoot me.
I write a lot more journal-y stuff than poetry.  But trust me: I’m a poet.
I have the binders.  A degree.  The tortured soul to prove it.
But back to this thing about lists.

I often think of young women; the lessons I think we fail to teach them and how we might better serve them and our world if we did.  By we, I mean women who have been there and made it (somewhat anyway) through.

What ” to do” list could we give them to get them through that decade–what could I have told told me that would’ve encouraged me beyond my doubts?  Probably nothing that I would’ve believed, but here’s a list I would’ve given my 20something self anyway:

1.  Chill.
I was serious most of the time.  But the truth…

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