38 Year Old Woman Pens Letter to her 38 Year Old Self

It seems to be a trend right now for women to write letters to their younger selves. Here’s my contribution:

Dear Deena,

It’s me, AKA you. I know we’re feeling super shitty right now so I wanted to write to you. I wanted you to hear from the part of yourself that says nice things to others as opposed to the jackass self who you usually let talk to you, cause frankly, it’s time we break up with that douche, the one who says “You’re a whiny piece of useless shit for struggling for so long.” That dude, like Puck from Real World San Francisco, needs to be booted. (I know you like a good dated reference so I threw that in there for you.)

Bottom line, stop giving yourself such a hard time, because the more you do that the less you can hear my voice, the voice that is saying this:
Treating yourself like shit will never ever serve you. It has no purpose. Right now, you just need to do the work. Go to therapy, talk stuff out, survive the struggle, learn what you need to learn, and most of all, trust yourself that you’re doing what you need to do.

It’s hard to admit to yourself that you’re brave and a fighter but you have to tell yourself that stuff cause that’s the only way to keep beating this. So just keep making it through each second, recognize your worth and your beauty, that’s your job to do, no one else’s.

And lastly, I love you and am here with you always but for both our sake, you should probably ease up on the Milk Duds, I know they’re tasty but there is line, and you’re way past it. Or in the words of Joey Tribbiani, “You’re so far past the line that you can’t even see the line! The line is a dot to you!”

Okay, you know what you need to do, so “Do it Rockapella!” (We’re crushing these 90s references.)

Much love,
Deena

Batman

The boy has been sick all week. We’ve watched Sand Lot and Little Giants (One has the actor who played Darth Vader and the other has Darth Helmet.) We watch a great Lego documentary, and today we’ve watched the 2005 Fantastic Four and now the 1989 Batman.

I remember seeing this Batman in theaters at age 12 and enjoying Joker so much I dressed up as him for Halloween. It was an awkward choice as a 12 year old girl, to wear green sweats and a mask that you had to glue on to your face, which even so, kept falling off. It became more akward as the friends I went with were all dressed in cool black dresses as Palmer girls, which I honestly thought had something to do with golfer Arnold Palmer.