Yeah. My list is a little different, but maybe more widely applicable. To quote another country music star, I wish I could write a letter to me. I’ve made basically every mistake I could have since I was 18 years old; suffice to say, experiential knowledge isn’t always better than knowing something in theory.
I wish I had known at 18 that trying hard and coming up a little short is 10x better than not trying at all.
I wish at 18 someone had told me the next 5-10 years of your life, and the lives of nearly everyone your age, are going to be a battlefield full of heartache, hardship, and societal pressure. Be easier on yourself. And ask for help. We could all benefit from talking to someone once a week without fear of judgment.
I wish I had known at 18 how beneficial it would be to work hard in college- an interesting, well-paying job rather than grinding away at the bottom.
I also wish I had learned at 16 how valuable it is to physically exhaust yourself. Not to get physically exhausted from life, but to cycle, run, or workout 3+ times a week to the point of needing to sit down while your shower. Those endorphins and the knowledge than you always outlast the next guy or gal – the proverbial ‘extra mile’, is worth more than gold.
My dad still says this to my brothers and I nearly every time we’re together. It’s both obvious and critical – like so much of the advice parents give. Took me too long to understand and heed this advice, but being friends with your siblings is such a blessing.
CMV- check out ZIPS dry cleaners. If you know anyone with a car, they’re $2.29 for ANY piece of dry cleaning. Only 2 locations, in Van Ness and down H Street. Another FYI, Satellite Room has fun brunch.
Maybe this is just me… But I feel like moving in DC isn’t that bad. Moving is never a pleasant experience, but because it is a transient city, friends are always down to help and it’s expected a couple close friends will shuffle spots each summer. *Cue the Beatles*
Columbia Heights is a hike from pretty much anywhere else in the city. And Sign of the Whale *was* a trash bar for broke college students. It’s now a different bar, but still a trash bar for broke college students.
Can attest that I used to drive my parents’ friends and assorted guests to and from dinner parties their Supper Club would have (different couple hosted every other week or so.) Made $$$ doing so, and nothing funnier than your friends’ drunk parents when you’re 16 or 17.
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Yeah. My list is a little different, but maybe more widely applicable. To quote another country music star, I wish I could write a letter to me. I’ve made basically every mistake I could have since I was 18 years old; suffice to say, experiential knowledge isn’t always better than knowing something in theory.
I wish I had known at 18 that trying hard and coming up a little short is 10x better than not trying at all.
I wish at 18 someone had told me the next 5-10 years of your life, and the lives of nearly everyone your age, are going to be a battlefield full of heartache, hardship, and societal pressure. Be easier on yourself. And ask for help. We could all benefit from talking to someone once a week without fear of judgment.
I wish I had known at 18 how beneficial it would be to work hard in college- an interesting, well-paying job rather than grinding away at the bottom.
I also wish I had learned at 16 how valuable it is to physically exhaust yourself. Not to get physically exhausted from life, but to cycle, run, or workout 3+ times a week to the point of needing to sit down while your shower. Those endorphins and the knowledge than you always outlast the next guy or gal – the proverbial ‘extra mile’, is worth more than gold.
Who hurt you?
My dad still says this to my brothers and I nearly every time we’re together. It’s both obvious and critical – like so much of the advice parents give. Took me too long to understand and heed this advice, but being friends with your siblings is such a blessing.
CMV- check out ZIPS dry cleaners. If you know anyone with a car, they’re $2.29 for ANY piece of dry cleaning. Only 2 locations, in Van Ness and down H Street. Another FYI, Satellite Room has fun brunch.
Maybe this is just me… But I feel like moving in DC isn’t that bad. Moving is never a pleasant experience, but because it is a transient city, friends are always down to help and it’s expected a couple close friends will shuffle spots each summer. *Cue the Beatles*
Getting significant down votes but sadly not mistaken. Lobbyist for medical marijuana or something equally offbeat is a solid play as well.
Columbia Heights is a hike from pretty much anywhere else in the city. And Sign of the Whale *was* a trash bar for broke college students. It’s now a different bar, but still a trash bar for broke college students.
Got hit with a pink slip this week. Not sure if I’m ecstatic or about to become seasonally depressed…
Can attest that I used to drive my parents’ friends and assorted guests to and from dinner parties their Supper Club would have (different couple hosted every other week or so.) Made $$$ doing so, and nothing funnier than your friends’ drunk parents when you’re 16 or 17.