30 Things - 4/30

List ten things you would tell your 16 year-old self, if you could.

1. Let no one damper your spirit.

2. I know you really like some of the quiet "weird" people at school. Talk to them more. A lot more.

3. Ditch a weekend with your friends to hang out with your grandmother.

4. Pay attention to your mother when she's cooking, so you'll know what the hell you're doing.

5. One day you will move away. You will come away from high school with few lasting friendships. Always remember to maintain those few friendships and never neglect them.

6. You're different and your beliefs won't always be popular. Recognize this and know that it is okay. Don't follow the crowd. You hate crowds.

7. It may not be easy to stand up and speak out for what's important to you, but you will be amazed how empowering, and important, it can be.

8. Listen to your parents. You've got some good ones.

9. You will have a tendency toward complacency. Resist this.

10. Don't get that first tattoo so soon. Just wait.

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