On the About Aunty Amo page I added an option for people to ask me questions. A question that came back to me is ‘If you could write a letter to your 15 year old self what would you say to her?’ So here’s the answer… 🙂
you won’t recognise me but I’m the older, bigger, more frightened, less stupid & probably at first glance, disappointing ‘you’ 27 years from now.
I doubt anything I say will change you – if mam couldn’t get through then no one will, but here’s a few things to keep in mind.
In about 7 years from now, you’ll have a religious conversion that will frighten the life out of a lot of people around you. It will really annoy others – YOU will really annoy others. It’ll take you a while to get the hang of it but you will.
Keep moving forward.
Those nieces and nephews you have… well they’ll keep coming. Every year, there’ll just be another one. And just when your brothers and sisters stop providing them, the grand nieces and nephews will start arriving. Based on the ones you have at the moment, that might sound like a nightmare (I mean they’re great – but you’re talking about another 30 or so…and counting), but believe me they’ll give your life meaning that you have no ability to understand right now. You’ll end up with lots of babies to hold; and you’re gonna need them.
You will not marry L, D or P. That will seem like a bad thing at the time. IT IS A GOOD THING! You will however marry R. 🙂 And he will think you’re wonderful. You will never get used to how wonderful he thinks you are. In fact you’ll go out of your way to prove him wrong. Try not to do that too much; he’s wonderful too.
Your heart is going to be broken; more than once. I don’t mean by L, D or P. I mean your heart is going to be almost crushed – a few times over the years. The key word here is ‘almost’. You will make it. You’ll think you won’t survive, or be happy again, or even be able to keep breathing.
You will. Honestly… listen…
Hear that? Another breath. They do keep coming.
That religious conversion I mentioned earlier? I played it down a bit but it’ll be the single most transformational thing that’ll happen to you. You’ll still end up 42, overweight, frustrated and often very sad. But you’ll have an eternal perspective on things, a hope that makes no sense, a joy that keeps you strong and a relationship with God that will LITERALLY save your life.
Oh and you’ll end up working for a guy called Rob Parsons. He will say lots of great things, but one of the things you’ll remember above all others will be,
“You’re not as great as you think you are and you’re not as bad as you think you are.”
It’ll turn out to be very helpful advice.
Keep singing, keep writing & keep your chin up. Amo x
ps You were right about The Cure – amazing
pps You were wrong about the perm – disastrous
9 thoughts on “Letter to 15 Year Old Me”
I love this, Annmarie! Very poignant and true (in a good way). I’ve been thinking of writing a letter to my 16-year-old self, and you’ve inspired me!
Thanks Susan 😉 Look forward to reading it!
Reblogged this on at least i have a brain and commented:
this is my my friend, and one of the people who encouraged me to blog – so my Doctor Frankenstein… Amo has gone that much further though now and is actually a published author.
I rant but she really WRITES.
I love her work…
and hope you do too.
HER ADVICE TO HER 15 YEAR OLD SELF…..
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I am so glad I discovered your blog. It sounds like we have a lot in common. I am a 48 year old happily married Christian who sings and writes, too. 🙂
Oh thank you Theresa! #twins 🙂 xx
This is brilliant. Love your sense of humor! I don’t even remember myself at that age, but my neighbors do! Last year I went back home, to Abhazia (the place is sandwiched between Georgia and Russia along the Black Sea), after 25 years of absence (they did have a civil war there). I came over to the neighbors house. Her son was about to start at a law school in Russia, so needed some help with the English lessons. His mother, who is a bit younger than me and was my neighbor when I was a teen, could not believe her eyes and transformed me in front of her! I thought I was serious and constantly studying hard, reading tone of books in my spare time. She saw me as a very unfriendly, proud and non-sociable person! We had a good laugh. God does change people. I was proud and did go out of my way to meet people or make conversations with them!!
Love, love, love this!