Five Things I Wish I Knew When I Was Eighteen

As a 27 year old at the Christmas table this year I suddenly felt old enough to give all of the annoying advice I hated hearing at 18.

I say this all the time, and I’m sure its not a novel idea – but there’s some creepy side of me that wishes I could go back to 2006 and coach myself through those younger years filled with confusion, self exploration and that rough realization that this world is HUGE and we are SMALL.

I know I can’t go back to Cap in 2006, but I’m gonna make you suffer through what I’d tell her anyway…

Just look at me as that annoying Aunt whose place card you keep moving around the table because you’re sick of hearing her talk. 

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