Hmm, so I get to go back to junior high school at 12 years old knowing what my fabulous 57 year old self knows? Hot damn yes! I’m in!
I was a fat, frumpy and four-eyed 12 (not to mention 13, 14…you get the picture). And it bothered me what others thought about me. Or to be completely clear – what I thought others thought about me bothered me. Sure, most of the other girls were cuter, skinnier, and dressed way better at 12 than I ever did before I hit my 30s. But the fact is they were probably as insecure as I was; what 12 year old is secure? Please do NOT burst my bubble and tell me you were secure at 12! Keep that little secret to yourself thank you.
Besides my physical appearance, I was pretty shy which often was perceived as snooty or snobby or standoffish. I just hated the idea of being rejected or having my feelings hurt and rather than risk it I kept to myself. So what would be different if I went back to 12 year old me now? Well on the one hand I’d know that I turn out okay – that would go a long way to boosting my confidence. Then there’s the whole career choice dilemma – I know, I know! Who the hell chooses a career at 12!? Not me! Or is it not I? I never do get those straight. Back to career choices though – if I could go back knowing what I do now? I’d go into library science! Scintillating it’s not. But books have always been my best friends. When I was young I buried myself in books to escape my home life. One summer I read practically every book in the school library or so said the librarian in charge of the summer program.
I’ve often thought I should have been a librarian – I’d get to do two of my most favorite things: handle books of all kinds and organize! What? I’m easily entertained; is that a problem? Plus? I’d definitely lean toward being a school librarian. I never wanted to be a teacher but school librarian would rock! Handling books, introducing children to the joy and adventure of reading? PLUS every summer off? Beat that!
So, when does the time machine leave?