Yes, I know it is a clothing store. And No, I do not shop there. Would I want to be 21 again? Oh, Hell No! Too much work, too much silliness, too much learning to do all over again. Even if I knew then what I know now, I would not want a do-over. I would not be the woman I am now if it were not for the stupidity of my younger self. Stupidity might be too strong a word.
Twenty-one is a time for learning. Twenty-one is a time to do crazy, but hopefully not detrimental, things with all the joy and exuberance of youth. It is best at any age to try to act in a safe manner just so as not to leave this life too early. But where would you be today if not for some drunken night with your besties? I so do not miss those days.
I think the only thing I miss about being 21 is just the physical aspect of it – not waking up stiff and sore, the strength and resilience of your body. But would I do anything different physically if I had that body or would my wisdom tell me that I really do not need to be different?
You cannot go back to your youth and you really should not dwell on those times. Doing so causes you to miss out on all the beauty and wonder of the present moment. Love the self you are now, love your body, love your wisdom and love your sh*t.
And do not try to replay those drunken nights. It is bad for your skin. And you will smell like the cat box.
Loving Your Sh*T 