Wish me luck...
*cue machine humming, whirring, swirling of air, dust and electricity...SLAP-THUNDER-CRACK...and the wormhole opens*
Okay, here I go...
*cue wonky illustration of time rewinding, my eyes wide with fear and excitement then THUNK, I land on my feet*
It's 1993. I spot Teen Me sitting on the porch, sun on the cusp of setting, still plenty of light to read the book clutched in her hands. Her glasses are gone. She broke them accidentally-on-purpose because, well, even she wanted a break from being called a four-eyed geek.
Me Now: Psst! Hey, Angela. I need to tell you something. I don't have much time.
Me Then: Uhhhh...do I know you?
*she glances from me to the screen door a few feet away, sizing Me Now up*
Me Now: Well, yes you do...and you don't. Because I'm future you. There's a lot about us, um, me, uhh, you that you'll learn.
*she squints, narrowed eyes fixed on mine and the unmistakable similarity, especially the tiny scar from a falling piece of glass that nearly blinded her. She gasps*
Me Then: Great! So I turn into a milk chocolate balloon when I get old.
*I smile, remembering those awful body issues, thinking I was so chubby because I wasn't stick thin. What I wouldn't give to be Me Then's size as Me Now lol!!*
Me Now: Long story involving a marriage, a kid, a divorce and other stuff that you don't need to know now -
Me Then: Wait - I get married? Why would I do that?
*I laugh outright*
Me Now: Not going to bore you, just know some things change. And that's why I'm here. I want to encourage you to look beyond the shootings, the gangs and the drugs in this neighborhood. Remember you are more than your environment. And listen to your mother much more often. Cherish her. Always.
*An errant tear streams down my cheek*
Me Then: I don't know what you're getting at lady, but I already have intentions of something more with my life.
Me Now: Good. Don't lose that fire. And hold on to your dream of writing.
Me Then: How did you -
Me Now: I was you. I know. Right now, you don't see your full writing potential. You are sabotaging you. But you need to know that you are worthy. Your words are worthy to be read by others. You have a story to tell that can speak to some, not all, but it will happen.
Me Then: No, no one cares what I think, except my journal.
*she chuckles, holding her book close to her chest*
Me Now: I know how you feel. The doubts riddle me now, even though I've published. Well, you - we - published. Whatever - oops, your neighbor's coming out to sit in the chair while you read. Make sure you wave at him. He's protecting you in ways you don't realize.
***Returning through the portal, I'm glad I had a chance to encourage Me Then. She'll need it for the ups and downs, to smile through the trials of life and to be okay with crying more times than she'd care to admit to. Life will be an adventure, but not a bust. She'll eventually make her dreams - one step at a time - come true. As Me Now, I have many steps to go, but that's what it takes, one step at a time.