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Day 315: lovemore monday :: an open letter to the young woman in starbucks

12 Nov

As you know, I entered this year determined to be fearless. But, I don’t want more fear or less in my life.  I want more love.  So I made up a new word, lovemore!   That’s why Lovemore Mondays are here.

Today’s Lovemore Monday is a letter.

In fact, this is an open letter to the young woman sitting next to me at Starbucks tonight.

Dear beautiful, young woman:

I want you to know this:
You are more than the captain of your soccer team,
student government leader,
academic all star…

“Do you want to be a big fish in small pond or a small fish in a big pond?”

I cringed when the man interviewing you for college asked you this question — and so many other questions that just don’t seem to matter in life.

“How will you differentiate yourself?”


I wanted to grab a hard-backed Starbucks chair, run over to your table and plop down right next to you.

To his silly, antiquated questions, I wanted to sing:

What do you totally, absolutely love?
What do you love to do in your spare time?
What flips you out?
What makes you cringe?
What humongous, crazy, totally outlandish, big, fat, wild dream do you have for yourself?

What makes you, YOU?
What will you never, ever, give up because you love it so much?
What makes you want to dance? sing? run? laugh until your sides hurt?

No matter where you go to college, no matter what school or club you go to, get kicked out of or never fit into…

You have YOU.
And that, my dear, is the most precious gift of all.
Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.

Oh, yeah… and one more thing:

No matter what college accepts you — follow your heart.

All my best wishes for a fantastic life,

From The Stranger Who Believes In You

P.S. You can do anything.

Day 132: dear boston, why did you change?

12 May

Yesterday, I landed in Boston and today I soaked in the city I previously called home.  Tonight, I am moved to write her a love letter.

Dear Boston:

Wow, have you changed!

From my first ride out of the airport to my drive around the old South End neighborhood I noticed it.  I could see it in your eyes dear Boston, written all over your face.

It was quite a shock to see what you’ve done with yourself. 
The home store on my old neighborhood corner is gone, and you put a bank in its place!?  (Does Boston really need another bank?)  That’s okay, I never shopped at that little story anyway.

But, the funky cool shoe store down the street is now a barber shop?  And, the tiny boutique across the street is now a chocolate store? Plus! The building next door is now empty, sleeping, deserted.

Let’s face it, I recognize you, but I also recognize how much you don’t quite seem like the you I knew.

While I’ve been gone, you’ve been busy!  Just look at your new buildings, stores, sights, scenery.

It is clear to me that you’ve grown and stretched since I’ve been away.

Most of all, I see that you have moved on ~ without me.

It feels so abrupt.

But, in my heart, I know it has been a really slow metamorphosis. You have been evolving, under the surface, all along. 

And, it’s okay.  I can live with that.  I can appreciate the need to change, to invent, to reinvent, to evolve, to sleep and rest, to move and to shake.

Because I have been busy too.

I have been building, changing, evolving, resting, moving and shaking.

Wait a second … am I the one who changed? 
Did we change together?
Are we both that different?

I guess it doesn’t matter.  Because in my heart, I still love you, and I see you for who you are, who you are becoming and who you want to be.

I can’t wait to see who you will be in another year. 
Me too for that matter.

Do you know that I am happier and healthier than I’ve ever been?  Did you hear I’m not shopping this year?  Did you notice I didn’t buy anything today?  I didn’t even stop in your Newbury Street shops.

But, please don’t worry.
I will be back. And, I will shop another day, another time.  When I am ready, after this year of investing in my head, heart, body and soul is complete.

I can’t promise I will be the same.
But, then again, neither can you.

With love,

Day 33: dear fat self

2 Feb

Today, I share the letter I wrote from my skinny voice (Skinny Bitch) to my fat voice, (Dimple-ty DoDo). This letter is copied directly out of my journal.

In yesterday’s post on ThePromise365.com I promised to share my letters.  This exercise is inspired from Chapter 2 from Marianne Williamson’s book: A Course In Weight Loss: 21 Spiritual Lessons For Surrendering Your Weight Forever.

The premise is below:

Although the point is not to hate Not-Thin You, you cannot get to love without first acknowledging what stands before it. Once you have told your truth to Not-Thin You and then allowed her to respond, you will learn a very important truth: she does not stand before you craving food: she stands before you craving love.

Without further ado, I give you the letter from Skinny Bitch to Dimple-ty DoDo.

Dear Dimple-ty DoDo:

What got into you?

Where did the canyons of fear come from anyway?
Is it too much attention you fear, or never being pretty enough?

Are you afraid of never living up to the standard of the beautiful people in your life?

You could be free and happy, fearless and powerful! You could run and run and run!

What’s holding you back?

Know I am here to hold your hand, to take every breathe with you.
Because I love you, fully and deeply.

xo- Skinny Bitch

Tomorrow, Dimple-ty DoDo gets a chance to respond.

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