Dear Me In Seventh Grade,

Dear Me in Seventh Grade,

This is you (or should I say me, or is it us?) writing to you from the future. I am the woman you will become. Or at least the woman you are trying to become – or the woman along the way to who you will end up. I know, you still talk yourself in circles. That won’t ever go away. Sorry. I (that is you) are forty something now. I can’t exactly ever remember my age – which has its blessings. And while you may thinks that’s really old – it’s really not once you get here. Some days I still feel like you. Akward. Scared. The misfit.

I’m a motivational speaker now. I’ll give you a minute to laugh. And a writer! Can you believe it? And you thought this was just a nice hobby. All those poems and stories you’ve been writing? Turns out they are pebbles along the path. God gave you a gift. You don’t see it now, but you will later. I don’t think anybody has pointed it out to you yet, but you have a talent. It just doesn’t look like the others. That’s why they don’t notice it yet. They are too busy trying to be pretty, popular, cool, and have stuff. Don’t be distracted by that. It’s hard I know.

I know exactly how you feel. For obvious reasons. It’s hard to look in the mirror and see what the world sees – to see everything you’re not. It’s hard to go to school every day feeling like the one who doesn’t belong. It’s hard when there is no group of friends to claim you – even the geeky ones. It’s lonely. But having them notice you isn’t easy either. Because then they point. Then they laugh. Then they whisper. But try not to hate them. It doesn’t do any good. And hate makes you unhappy. And you deserve to be happy. And, trust me, one day, they won’t even remember you or these years. This will go by fast – high school I mean – and when it is over, nothing will ever be the same again. Oh, sure, there will still be mean people. But not like this.

The world is big, and there is a place in it for you. And there are people who can’t wait to be your friends. You are going to have LOTS of friends. I promise. Real friends, who don’t just accept you for who you are, but who love you for it. Imagine that! And don’t worry about those boys who don’t know that you are alive. There will be plenty in the future. Some will not see your true gifts. You will pass over those quickly – with some tears along the way – but you’ll be glad they’re gone. Because there is one PERFECT one waiting. I promise. So do your thing – find yourself – figure out what you believe in – and he’ll meet you when you are both ready.

There will be some potholes in the future. But you will be able to handle them just fine. If you believe. That’s important. Believe in yourself. And believe in something bigger. God is waiting for you to find Him. Find Him as soon as you can. And then that empty place will be filled – the one only He can fill. And when you have His hand, there’s nothing that can stop you. He will help you reach your dreams.

I know it’s dark right now. And your heart is sad. And nothing makes sense. Just remember this. You will get through it to the other side. And it won’t ever be this bad again. So all this stuff happening now is becoming part of your story – the story you will share with the world. This stuff is making you the person you need to be to shine. You’re going to become a comedian too! Another pause for laughter. And you are getting lots of good material now, that will be worth gold later. I promise. And what you are living right now will give you something that can’t be bought – compassion – compassion for those who are sitting where you have been. And you will be sent to help.

So look in the mirror. I know it’s hard, but look in the mirror. See that girl? She is beautiful. She is strong. She matters. And she is turning into a beautiful butterfly. Even though you can’t see it.

I love you and now I am thankful for what you are going through. I will honor it and consider it a blessing. So hang tight and keep the faith. I’ll see you when we meet in the future.

Love,
You/Me in Her Forties    (PS Stay away from that cute band guy with the skull tattoo who rides a scooter, and Tequila. Just trust me.)

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Motivational Speaker Kelly Swanson - called one of North Carolina's funniest women by Our State Magazine. Kelly lifts the spirits of audiences from coast-to-coast using humor, storytelling, and lives of the characters from Prides Hollow - Kelly's make believe small town. This unique approach to motivational speaking allows Kelly to break through communications barriers and connect directly to the audience's imagination.
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  1. How cool, Kelly.  And I am so proud to be one of those friends you referred to who don’t just accept you for who are – but LOVE you for it!  I learn so much from you.  Thank you for being my friend and loving me unconditionally.

  2. Kelly, ditto Linda! As a 7th grader who had just moved to a new neighborhood (unlike my old), I can so feel your words. Showed up for 2 days, then got serious chicken pox and was out for a week. My Mom insisted I go back the following week even though my scars were ever-present all over my face. AND GUESS WHAT? It was picture day! Not only do I have the mind memory, but the lovely photo as a reminder. This motivational speaker wasn’t seeing the light back then, but as we all know, things change when we do. Big hugs on a lovely post.

  3. Kelly, ditto Linda! As a 7th grader who had just moved to a new neighborhood (unlike my old), I can so feel your words. Showed up for 2 days, then got serious chicken pox and was out for a week. My Mom insisted I go back the following week even though my scars were ever-present all over my face. AND GUESS WHAT? It was picture day! Not only do I have the mind memory, but the lovely photo as a reminder. This motivational speaker wasn’t seeing the light back then, but as we all know, things change when we do.

  4. I wish I was your friend in 7th grade so we could have been awkward together. I would have loved to be your friend – me with my nickname ‘Moose’ where I felt good when people called me that because I was being noticed.  It wasn’t until much later that I realized ‘Moose’ was  not a term on endearment!  Lucky me, I am your friend now and I love you to pieces!  Thanks for a great post.  I think we should all write letters to our 7th grade selves.  I know I would write ‘Remember when you leave Jr. High, leave that brown print polyester blouse.  Do not, I repeat, do not take it to college for your Jr.High crush to recognize it and point it out to you at a frat party….’

  5. Kelly, ditto Linda! God has indeed given you a gift. 

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