Teen me was intense. Moody. Artistic. Dramatic. She had enormous feelings about everything. She obsessed over songs. She stared out windows. She wrote in journals. She spent hours making things for no reason other than she wanted to.
I filled pages in my journal and said whatever the hell I wanted to say.
I talked on the phone with my girlfriends. Maybe it’s because I’m a Gen Xiel , but I miss talking on the phone. We used to spend hours just living together over the phone. Stealing snacks. Doodling. Homework. Talking about gossip, periods, boys, candy, dreams....
And then I made art. Actual art, not content and no deadlines.
Just ART. Like, I forgot how good it feels to simply push paint around. To feel completely absorbed by something with absolutely no concern for whether it will become anything useful.
To remember that my paintbrush works for me. I mean if I am being honest I remember that the paint is my bitch, and I am the final boss damnit. I kinda need to keep that high in my life knowwhatImean?
All of this mead me realize (maybe because estrogen is leaving my body like water draining out of a bathtub) that I feel less interested in becoming someone new, and way more insterested in remembering who I am deep down already.
That teenager never disappeared. Lets be honest, she has been irritated, smacking her gum, and rolling her eyes waiting for me to get a clue and remember that she has always been here.
Friends, I am here to tell you that she has quietly taken over with her cheekyness and fun loving, playful freedom. Lordy I freaking missed her.
I immediately thought of my Delicate Geniuses (you beautiful souls) next.
What would my Delicate Geniuses like, and how can we be teenagers together?
So here’s my question for you:
What did sixteen-year-old you love so much that she lost track of time?
Go do that (but first reply and let me know what teen time means to you, I looooove to gossip with my Delicate Geniuses)
I am guessing there is a pretty strong chance that one of the things you loved as a teen was making art. In the BEFORE times. Before art became so much less important and life became so much more about other people.
From my inner teen to your inner teen: Go make art dude! Like just for funzies or whatever. Bet.
PS. I am also making friendship bracelets! I swear it's true. Learned from this instagram account. I made a wonky one and I even provided a photo for you.
PSS. Enjoy an actual photo of me as an actual TEEN
