Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Dear Past Connie

Do you watch video blogs or vlogs as they are called? Yeah I haven't really either, mostly because I don't know any vloggers. For some reason I have become fascinated with them recently and after watching something else on youtube I saw a recommended video and ended up watching several different vlogs. Watching this little community of vloggers made my heart grow as it always does when I see people find their people & come together.

A very popular vlogger (who I had no idea who he was until a few months ago when he made a music video for Ben Folds) Charlie McDonnell made a video to his 30 year old self. If you can't tell from the video below Charlie is 20, oh and British so he has girls swooning all over. He does fall into the 9 year limit, but it still feels wrong so I told Britt (Mimi's little sister) that she had to have a crush on him for me. Oh and in case you don't know what my nine year rule is let me explain. I found our a female friend had dated a guy 9 years younger than her & was a little grossed out by it. Until I realized I was being sexiest, it never bothered me when my girl friends either married or dated guys 9 years older than them. Equality! Anyway here is Charlie's video...

Now I realize that I probably should make a video response but that just seems like a lot of work & I hate hearing myself on videos. So I am blogging instead advice of what I would say to my 20 year old self if I could.
Meet 20 year old Connie

I am the one the far right (Lindsey, Debbie & me).
Travis - Writing To Reach You by pulatow *

Dear 20 year old Connie,

It is me almost 30 year old Connie, I am writing to share some wisdom with you. First off I would like to tell you that you are not as sentimental as you use to be. It is alright if you go ahead and start throwing away cards, notes & other things you won't want to move around with you for the rest of your life. Also some of the people who you thought you were going to be friends with forever, some you are still friends with, maybe not as close as you thought you would be and some you are not friends with at all (these are mostly boys). Also some who are not really your friends now become really good friends later. I know some of this sounds really sad, but it really is not as sad as you think. Yes the first friendships lost do hurt but soon you realize that people change including you and as your life moves you onto different paths you each find new friends who are traveling the same path as you.

Second trust yourself, in the end you always stay true to yourself but you do spend a lot of time listening to others who think they know what is best for you. They don't mean any harm but listen to you, you know yourself best.

Third sometime you can get your way by being nice. I know who knew you don't have to be a witch to get what you want.

Fourth & last (it is late & I am tired) thirty is not old (so what if I just said I am tired and it is only 10:30), just start telling yourself that now. Maybe then you won't freak out when you turn 25.

Also it is to bad that youtube was not around because Lindsey & Lauren would have rocked it!

*Notice my red highlights (this note is for Charlie who will never read this or Stephanie Perkins)


  1. I liked Charlie. He's funny. What a fun idea -- to talk to your future or past self. Of course, I WISH I had known ten years ago what I know now, but it just doesn't work that way. I remember being a late twenties single girl, and you're right -- everybody has advice to hand out. I have no doubt you will continue to be true to yourself, and that's a very good thing.

  2. It's so strange how time flies and how much things change. I'm glad we got to get together for New Years and I hope we hang out at least a few more times before I move. Sometimes I forget how much fun we have when we all get together. Now let's get going on our vlogs. :)

    And I don't care what anyone says, that Mullet song is pure gold.

  3. I love your letter to your 20 year old self. You know, you're right. 30 isn't bad at all. For me, 27 was bad, because 30 seemed to be looming ahead like a big old expiration date. By the time 30 actually came, I had been dreading it for so long that it was a relief to get there. Besides, 29 and 30 were wonderful years for me. I met my husband (six years younger, so firmly within the nine year rule, haha) and was insanely in love and travelled a lot.