Letters to my Twenty-Five-Year Old Self

Confession: I wrote this book because my twenty-five-year-old self clearly needed adult supervision.

If I could time travel, I wouldn’t hand her lottery numbers or stock tips. I’d hand her this book.

Twenty-Five Letters for My Twenty-Five-Year-Old Self is a collection of letters about the lessons life insisted on teaching me anyway, sometimes gently, but mostly with unnecessary drama.

Inside these pages, we’ll talk about:

• choosing yourself without feeling selfish,

• loving without abandoning yourself,

• friendships that stay and friendships that quietly leave,

• dreams that take longer than expected,

• healing, courage, grace…

and all the little plot twists adulthood forgot to warn us about.

You don’t have to be twenty-five to read it.

You just have to be someone who’s ever thought,

“I wish someone had told me this sooner.”

Maybe you’ll laugh.

Maybe you’ll cry.

Maybe you’ll underline a page and pretend you weren’t personally attacked by a paragraph.

See you in pages.