The jump-off line is from You will be changed by Jeanette Encinias. I’ve never written a love letter to myself before but I feel like this piece is it:
You have permission to change. Go ahead. Embrace it. You know you’re ready.
You have permission to change. Take it slow. One step at a time. It’s okay to look back, to see how far you’ve come. But don’t go back. Ever. You don’t want to anyway.
You have permission to change. To grow into who you really are. Into who you really could be. Go on. You can do it, girl.
You have permission to change. Not anyone else’s. Not the world’s. Your own. That’s what you’ve realised. You didn’t need any permission from none other than yourself. And now you’ve got it. So go. Go with my blessing, girl.
You have permission to change, girl. Somehow you have blundered through the other end of life to reach where you are now. You are changing. Changing the way you want to change. Not the world wants you to or others want you to. But changing just for yourself, changing according to your own wishes. Yes, the world will accommodate you. No worries now. Go ahead. Break out of the cocoon and become a butterfly. Unfurl your wings and fly. Fly to your destination and then keep flying, to the next one.
You have permission to change. Change, the wildcard. But it’s so exciting. So embrace it, girl. You know the choice is with you. So seize it. Seize it, girl. It is the key that will unlock you, the golden key that unlocks you. Let you peel back yourself, layer by layer like an onion, to see your core. Go on, girl. Your life has just begun. Live it. Love it.
I love you, my girl. If I could go back in time to meet you, I would embrace you and tell you how proud I am of what you are. Who you were. Yours truly, your older self.
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