The following was written in 2010; nothing has been changed. Like what you’ve read? Enjoy my #tb (throwback) blog series as I count down the days until my second book, How to Make Lemonade, is released on December 2nd!
DAY 14: WISH YOU WERE 6 AGAIN
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Today, The Frisky asked me to talk to a little girl. Well, I don’t like children. Sorry about that one. Anyway, The Frisky knows me too well and installed a backup plan—”think about your younger self.” Not to get too John Mayer on you all, but …”oh make me a red cape, I wanna be six again…” I remember many things about my younger years, and decided to channel the young Miss Holly Ann. So I’m writing her a letter (I’m really into letters these days). Here goes:
Dear Miss Holly Polly Doodle All Day (that’s what grandma will always call you),
I’m guessing you’re a big girl now, straight out of kindergarten, moving onto first grade. Your biggest worries have been visits to Ruth’s (her Frenched eggs aren’t like mom and dad’s) and eating tiny yellow flowers with Dylan. Right now, Ruth’s daughter is the coolest girl in the world—she has every Barbie accessory you could ever want and one of those clear phones that lights up when boys call.
Never forget these moments.
You will always pretend to grow up; playing house, wishing to be a mom, wanting to be an architect even. Stay as young as you can, for as long as you can.
You will beg your parents to have more kids so you can have brothers and sisters; one day you’ll be thankful for being an only child. Until then, your cat Lucky will serve as your playmate.
In second grade, you’ll have your first crush. He’s a tool. At this point in your life, dolls and slumber parties are waaaayyy more important. In the seventh grade, you’ll struggle to fit in at school. You will try out for the dance team and get your first taste at failure.
However, the following year, you try again and learn the feel of success. You will move onto high school—people will tell you it’s the best time of your life. Do not limit yourself. And don’t study so much. It is in high school, you will find your path in life—writing.
You will find expression and leadership skills through dance and through words, although not everyone will appreciate your mouth.
At 16, you will get your first kiss. And it will be everything you imagined it to be—fireworks. But months later, you will get dumped for the first time, by someone who didn’t give you a real chance. Months later, he will realize his mistake. You will turn him down. Never forget this moment.
After high school, you will make one of the biggest decisions of your life. You’ll leave Indiana in the dust and live in the swamplands of Louisiana. You will get homesick, but it won’t last long.
Later, you will fall in love with your best friend. He too will break your heart, by not answering your calls, and simply dating someone else. You will never talk to him again. Always stay strong.
You will be asked to write a relationship column for LSU, even though you have no real successes in love or sex. People will write you hate mail. You will learn more about yourself and your friends in these years.
You will dye your light blond hair brown. You’ll never go back.
Out of nowhere, you will go on a date with a Texan. He will wine and dine you; you will carve your initials into a bar that will eventually burn. You will consider moving to a new state for him because you think he is the one. He is not. He will become the source of your dating baggage for years to come. Run as fast as you can.
You will live with a man you do not know. He will be one of your best roommates. You will meet his mom while standing in your underwear. Get some respect for yourself, Missy.
A column you write will turn 300 girls against you. Although they will probably never understand your opinion, stay true to it. It is here you learn you’re not a southern belle. Well Holly, it’s okay. Southern girls aren’t always as nice as they say they are.
You will date a man with a girlfriend. You will hope for change. Learning the hard way, he will not change. You will bash him publicly in a column. Relish this moment.
During your last semester in college, you will cross off a goal by bartending. It will be one of the best semesters you’ve had. At the bar, you’ll meet a man you date for nearly three years. Just when things are settling in, he will tell you he’s not emotionally attached. Don’t feel sad, Holly, just know he is simply not the one meant for you.
Throughout your dating life, you will question the goodness of people, you’ll wonder if fate is real. But you will never give up on people; on love.
Keep your standards high. Know that not everyone has a heart like yours. Always write. Keep dancing. Stick with your girlfriends from high school—they have your best interests at heart and they’ll listen to you cry. You will grow to be an independent woman; you’ll pay your very own bills, cook meals for your friends, and teach yourself many things, even if it is from a Dummies book.
The future may sound scary—but always know that you are surrounded with amazing people. Put yourself first. And that duck purse you like so much? I hate to say it, but it will go out of style soon.
Good luck girl!
Holly A. Phillips