Letter to 22-year-old me

At 26, I am being asked to take care of a 22 year old. All grown up. There is finesse in how I mange my work, my meals, my exercise, my family. Was I like her when I was 22? Having spent all my life among same people and same city, I was desperate to fly out of the nest. The last four years have been exceptional. I wish I knew many of my learnt lessons back then. So, I decided to contact her and tell her some important things I have learnt over my self-discovery years.

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