The Infinity Project

I wish I could go back and spend time with myself at age 11. I’d bust in her little kid bedroom & squeeze her. I’d tell her just how proud she’s going to be with herself. I’d tell her how worthy she is, despite what’s seemingly crashing down around her. I’d tell her how truly one of a kind she is, and how the Lord set her apart long before 1993. I’d tell her stories of how she’ll grow up to be so fun, and so genuine, with a heart for people. & I’d of course sneak in time to teach her just exactly how to get on her brothers last nerve, and the secrets to beating him at mini golf.

I’d encourage her, and give her meaning beyond her chubby cheeks. I’d tell her what a fighter she is, and how much she should love, cherish, and value herself. I’d be the person she needs, and help her tune out the worlds expectations. I’d tell her that there is always a way out when she begins to feel hopeless. I’d tell her how beautiful her heart really is. I’d mention the hurt, and express the pain she’ll have to feel, but celebrate with her the fact that it won’t last forever, even though it seems that way. I’d make sure she understands that it’s okay to ask for help. I’d tell her that she’s way more than important, and justify each & every reason why.

& if I could have a chance to visit 2004, I’d love her beyond all of her thoughts, feelings, actions & anxieties. because I know that’s what she deserves.