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When I was younger, I tried…

Sound familiar?  Are you confused?  It’s okay.  I’m often confused.  The reason this post has such a similar title to yesterday’s is because I almost posted the below for Finish the Sentence Friday.  But, then, I decided that it’d be more fun to assault your eyeballs once again with another bad drawing.  I think they’re funny in part because they so obviously suck.

Anyway.

Were I in a more serious mood yesterday, the following is what I would have posted to finish the sentence “When I was younger, I tried…

When I was younger, I tried too hard.

I tried too hard to please other people and forgot to listen to my own voice.

I tried too hard to figure out what I was supposed to do with the rest of my life when I was already on my way there.

I tried too hard to fit in with people I christened as important when now I barely remember their faces.

I tried too hard to figure out what clothes I was supposed to be wearing instead of realizing that my own personal style was unique because it was mine, and it was comfortable.

I tried too hard to be skinny rather than embracing the fact that my body is beautiful, and useful, and healthy.

I tried too hard to love and be loved before understanding that love is one of the easiest things.

When I was younger, I tried too hard.

when i was younger i didn

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“Finish the Sentence Friday” is hosted each Friday by Kate from Can I Get Another Bottle of Whine… and Janine of Janine’s Confessions of a Mommyaholic.

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by Kristi Campbell

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  • Courtney - Gosh, I love this! I have learned that same with age. It gets easier to understand it as it gets older. However, even a year ago, I wasn’t truly living it. It took my hubby’s illness to REALLY STOP CARING what others who don’t matter think. I love how you put it, your words are beautifulJanuary 26, 2013 – 6:08 pmReplyCancel

    • admin - Really? I’m so glad you said so…I feel weird and vulnerable posting it. Guess I’ve come to rely too much on bad art for my silly blog posts. Thank you so much for your sweet comment. And I can only imagine how your husband’s illness has put a lot in perspective. Family and love mean everything. Thinking about you…January 26, 2013 – 6:48 pmReplyCancel

  • Emily - I think that’s a common mistake of many people when they are young…we try too hard with all those things you mentioned. Fortunately, when we reach adulthood, we can reflect on this and learn from it, as you clearly have. I have my 30-year high school reunion (yes, I’m OLD) coming up and I just drafted a post on how I’m so ambivalent about going to it, because I wasn’t comfortable with my younger self and I don’t necessarily want to re-visit that person by reminiscing with high school classmates. But, I’m forcing myself to attend (actually my friends are making me go) and I’m sure I’ll have a good time or at least have another blog post out of it. 🙂January 26, 2013 – 6:27 pmReplyCancel

    • admin - Emily! You can’t be THAT old because I’m not that old and my 30-year reunion would be taking place in…oh…three years? Yikes.
      I totally get not wanting to re-visit your high-school self by reminiscing with your former classmates. Hopefully, they, too, have evolved and maybe it’ll be a ton of fun! Oh – and I’m very impressed that you still keep in touch with your high school friends. I haven’t been very good about that…
      And I can’t wait to read the post!January 26, 2013 – 6:50 pmReplyCancel

  • Janine Huldie - I did this very often too in my youth and don’t think you were alone on this one. Thanks for linking up twice and yes I could indeed relate to this post!! 🙂January 26, 2013 – 9:52 pmReplyCancel

    • admin - I think the reason I posted it, although I sort of didn’t want to, was because it was for ALL of us, then, sometimes now, and thank you for allowing me to link up twice!January 27, 2013 – 12:02 amReplyCancel

  • Josie Bisett - BEAUTIFUL! I’m super impressed. Seconds ago you made me laugh so hard I needed to go pee, then BAM! These words resonate so well with me. And I’m still making the same mistakes today. Thank you. I am really glad I’ve found you.January 26, 2013 – 10:08 pmReplyCancel

    • admin - Aw, Josie! Thank you so much for the kind words. Life’s crazy ass, eh? I still make the same mistakes, too, but try to remind myself that what my life is is just MINE, nobody else’s. Hugs.January 27, 2013 – 12:03 amReplyCancel

  • Kate Hall - I’m so glad you posted this. This is awesome! I bet almost everyone can relate to this. I know I can. All that wasted time trying to follow what other people were doing instead of what I was meant to do. I don’t think I started to be myself until I was 30. And that was just the start. Great post!January 26, 2013 – 11:53 pmReplyCancel

    • admin - So I’m forgiven for posting twice? And thank you. I think we can all relate to it…not sure what age I got my shit together but I know it was way after 30, so huge kudos to you for realizing it then. I think having a kid makes the biggest difference. Had I had one when I was supposed to, it’d have happened earlier for me. Thanks for letting me post twice. You guys rock.January 27, 2013 – 12:05 amReplyCancel

  • Terrye - What a fantastic way to answer the FTSF! Great job and I loved your answers. I think, in some aspects, I might have tried to hard in a couple of those.January 27, 2013 – 3:58 pmReplyCancel

    • admin - Thanks, Terrye. I guess we all probably tried too hard in a couple of things when we were young and trying to figure out who we were…January 27, 2013 – 6:01 pmReplyCancel

  • Rachel - I did that too. It’s a lovely, thoughtful post about your youth.January 28, 2013 – 9:21 pmReplyCancel

    • admin - Maybe we all tried too hard when we were too young to know how beautiful life is exactly as it is? And thanks, Rachel. You’re the best.January 29, 2013 – 12:06 amReplyCancel

  • Bethany - This is all too familiar to me. I just posted on my blog about it today…I see these faults of mine in my oldest son, who is intent on being “cool”. 11 years old doesn’t grasp that cool means being himself. I love how succinctly you’ve put it too. So well done!January 29, 2013 – 7:55 pmReplyCancel

    • admin - Aw thanks so much. The teenage (and preteen years) are HARD, right? But I wish our teens knew that we remember stuff, even about back then…January 29, 2013 – 11:59 pmReplyCancel

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