Dear fourteen year old me,
Thanks for working so hard
Sometimes I look back at how hard you worked and I'm still kind of in awe. It wasn't in the "working-hard-so-people-see-you're-working-hard" way, either. You genuinely worked your butt off in ballet and you didn't even stop long enough to realize it. Thanks for that.
Remember though, hard work does not guarantee desired results
This sucks but it's the truth. I know you think that if you work as hard as humanely possible everything has to work out. But it won't. And sometimes you won't have any idea why, but that's just how it happens. It doesn't mean you slacked off. It just means your life story is turning out to be a bit less straight forward than you thought.
The people you admire are not gods
You can look up to someone without worshipping, and you can care for someone without following. Nobody is right all the time in everything they say or do.
Being healthy (and going to bed early) is always cool
You don't have to choose between being an intense, hard worker and being a well-rounded person who takes care of yourself. The latter is not the easy way out, in fact, it can be quite a challenge.
Thanks for being recklessly creative
And writing really, really bad poetry. And taking photos with your hot pink point-and-shoot camera. And writing novels in composition notebooks. Thanks for creating things without stopping to constantly worry if they're good enough. This won't last forever.
And keep in mind: things will get better
Not in the way you think. You won't be a bestselling author at age 17, or a famous activist, or an apprentice at some prestigious ballet company. But in other ways that you won't really understand, things will get better.
Sincerely, 18-year-old Julia