Dear Grown Up Me

When I was 16 years old and in my final year of high school, I had to write a letter to my future self. It was placed in a time capsule for ten years, to be given back to me at my high school reunion last year. I didn't go (for a few reasons) but it was mailed to me. When I read it, I couldn't help but smile through tears - gosh teenagers really do know it all don't they! I felt a wave of love, kindness and pride sweep over me as I imagined 16 year old me standing face-to-face with 26 year old me, saying this: Ok, so if you asked 16 year old Emma where she would like ...