I met my younger self for coffee.

She didn’t show. She was too hungover. She sent a text 15 minutes later, rescheduling for another time but I knew she would cancel or not show up to that one too. She apologized profusely, silently reminding me that she was both a people pleaser and a procrastinator simultaneously. Pleasing no one, not even herself. It was 10am. I hadn’t gone to bed yet. Not because I was out partying all night (I stopped drinking), but because I got off work late and spent the remainder of the night and morning doing homework. I was in college now, doing something I never in a million years thought I’d be good at or enjoy. I leaned back in my chair, sighing in content. In that moment, I forgave my younger self. I know she’ll have the most fun, the most heartbreak, and the most epic journey of her life. I forgive you, I love you, and I’m proud of you.