Dear 19 year old me (here pictured with Jon Woodward at a family get-together in August 1991):
A few thoughts ...
You had a few rough years prior to this, and you are in the midst of figuring out who you are right now. But take your time, because you'll still be doing that years later.
Keep on trusting in yourself, and be sure to stay open to learn from every single person you meet. [By the way, some of them won't be around as long as you might think, so don't miss any chance to spend quality time with loved ones.]
Guess what -- you'll eventually add 30 lbs of muscle, followed shortly thereafter by about 60 lbs of fat, so be ready. And that naturally curly hair of yours will never again be touching your collar. Plus that swell cleft in your chin -- it'll be covered up by a goatee and people won't even know it's there, believe it or not!
Most importantly, you're about to embark on a number of journeys to meet all kinds of people in all kinds of places living through all kinds of scenarios. By the way -- some stories you'll never be able to tell because people will think you're making it up. But write it all down and keep good notes and hold on to as many brain cells as you can, because it will make a good book some day (or, if you can't find the time, maybe a good series of posts on a blog)!
Above all, rest in the comfort that you'll be where you'll be two decades forward with very few regrets in life, and connected to people you love dearly and who love you back unconditionally.
(That being said, it wouldn't hurt for you to learn how to save a dollar or two every now and then ... just sayin'.)
All my best,
the 39 year old me.
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