If I could sit down and talk to my teenage self, I would tell her this: Keep your figure, don’t eat junk. Don’t go back with a man because he cries for you. Don’t be so serious, enjoy life, and fate will take care of the rest. Don’t worry, there’s plenty of time to get married in your thirties, you’ve not even lived half your life at that stage. Save some for a rainy fay. Love yourself and life will love you back.
“What Women Know. A Book of Wisdom and Knowledge” by Michelle Jackson and Dr Juliet Bressan
During all the months when she had been absent, there were so many things I have saved up to tell her, so many bits of news about the house and the neighborhood and friends and work and family, but now they seemed inconsequential. Puny. Move far enough away from an event and it sort of levels out, so to speak - settles into the general landscape.