If It Were Possible...

I'd be warning myself about some guys.

I would tell my younger self to grow up and don't take a hundred years to do it. Life is shorter than you think.

Oh geez, where do I start? Well I guess first and foremost I'd warn myself not to take a job just because you need to work, look for one that'll make me happy.

I would concentrate on winning lottery numbers and World Series, Indy 500 and Super Bowl and others winners...I never bet on sports but if I knew the winner, it really wouldn't be gambling. Oh, Oscar winners, too. A lot of people bet on the Oscars, too.

I would warn myself to be to myself and not allow haters to get under my skin.

It may have 100pages later..write alot about stupidity i should not try and the most important things is dont get married with those guy..so sad

I will tell myself to keep pushing for to reach my dreams. To be not afraid of taking risks. To be more confident. To be more open and just not hide deep down there. To be more adventurous. To be optimistic and risk-taker. To be not too good To be an achiever and so on and on and on

I would curse myself out

To have nothing to do with the first guy I married

I could write a book about this but to be brief, I'd be kinder to others and to myself.

I would be more careful with my choices.

Well, we can't go back, but to be more educated and informed through reading more. I hated reading back then and my interest was limited to sports and not much else. Maybe if I picked up a book my interests would have expanded. As they say, no time like the present, and never too late, but I've got quite a lot of time to make up for that I can't recapture. Very interesting question there. One I had to really think about to answer.

First thought is to live life moment by moment. Life is short. Tell those you love how you feel as often as possible. Don't sweat the small things. And laugh more.

Go to film school. That would be the number one thing I regret not doing. I wanted to move to LA and go to film school straight out of high school. Dad didn't approve. He guilt-tripped me and gaslit me into believing I would be nothing in life if I didn't follow the outlined steps of going to college to get a degree in something I wasn't interested in and living a life in a career I didn't want. I tried his way. For a DECADE. I finally gave up and moved to LA when I turned 30, got into some film work and got set experience and everything. I did love it. I just wasn't gaining enough experience to really make any sort of career out of it. I couldn't go to film school because I couldn't afford it and Dad wasn't helping. So now here I am in LA, jobless and not successful anyway (though with a hell of a lot of life experience, I'll tell you that), which is ironically exactly where my dad didn't want me to be. But I feel like if I'd had a head start and the education required of me to really get into film I might've actually made something of myself by now. Because I would've been doing a job that I loved instead of floundering around bouncing among careers I hated. My letter to my younger self definitely would be DON'T LISTEN TO DAD HE'S AN A**HOLE. FOLLOW YOUR DREAMS RIGHT NOW BEFORE IT'S TOO LATE.

I would say probably only one thing. It gets better. I would not want to say to much and possibly alter my life. I am happy with how it turned out, and I wouldn't want to change a thing.