Dear Self,
Don’t quit! Do you remember when you crashed your friend’s bike? You got a big goose egg on your head, when your bike fell over and you forgot to put your feet down first. But your daddy wouldn’t take the training wheels off your bike till you could ride hers. You were determined, and finally; your training wheels were gone.

Gymnastics wasn’t easy for you. You spent hours in the gym. You watched your teammates move up and join the team. You were left behind because you couldn’t get a kip. But your Daddy got you a rope to climb to build your upper body strength. A few months later, you got your kip and you were asked to be on team.

Don’t forget the first time you tried to bunt in a softball game and struck out. Your coach came to you and said, “Don’t be mad at me, but your Daddy said that you have to bunt.” You didn’t want to but your daddy knew you would never try it unless you were made to. Years later, you got a softball scholarship.

In seventh grade English you had to write about one thing you would teach everyone if you could. You said you wanted to teach everyone how to do a cartwheel. It was such a dream for you. You have been coaching gymnastics now for 14 years.

When you were sixteen, you got your first car. You were excited, happy, and finally free. As you got older, you always wanted to be able to afford a brand new car at least once in your life. In 2012, you rolled off the Chevy lot with a brand new car.

At 23 you moved out of your daddy’s house. It was expensive for you to be on your own. You needed a roommate. It was nice and you had fun but it wasn’t your own place. Currently your only roommate is your dog Midnight.

You always wanted to write. You thought about it every day, but struggled with what to write about. In June of 2019, you launched your blog. Now opportunities are opening up that you never dreamed about before.

Then there was the dreaded day, your daddy came home from Texas. He was there with your mom. She was sick. He came home to tell you that she went to be with Jesus. You never thought you’d get through the heartache. But here you are today, stronger as ever and pushing through life like a champ.

So self, life is hard. You will fall down, strike out, and sometimes cry yourself you sleep. There will be days when you don’t want the sun to rise and days you can’t wait to go to bed. When you can’t see the light at the end of the tunnel stop, turn around and go back. Go back, and remember your struggles. Remember how hard it was for you to balance your bike and petal at the same time. Go back and remember the feeling of failing. Then remember how your determination made you succeed. When you have a goal you want to achieve, a heartache hits you like a tornado, or you are waiting on the perfect man, don’t quit! Go back! Your past is proof; that you can, you did, and you will achieve your goals and dreams.

Love,
Self