Yesterday, I turned 22.
That’s a few years shy of a quarter of a century, definitely enough life experience to justify doling out my infinite wisdom.
Especially to my 10-year-old self.
I don’t think I’m the only one who wishes she could go back in time, look her younger twin in the eye, and explain those mysteries of life that, of course, have been opened to us as all-knowing adults.
But in honor of my newly acquired sageness, here are some tips I wish I could tell a younger me: