The You of the Past Meeting the You of the Future

I had a clan of sisters growing up.

Still do—holla!

But I also had a pretty solid set of friends throughout my childhood.

Kyle Johnson—Boy wonder, thrifty spender, best bud

(Ky, maybe we should be friends again, eh? My email is luxurious (at) gmail (dot) com!)

Megan Stubbs—Party planner, smile giver, eater of all things delicious

and

P.J. Strong—Unwitting boy tempter, haver of the earlier birthday, genius extraordinaire

The epithets I have given these pals today are but a few of my feelings towards them. I very very often have dreams where all four of us are just hanging out, and I feel incredibly bummed when I wake up, because we are all scattered so far from each other now. And some of us aren't as Internet friendly as others, you know what I mean?

But I still trust them to know the all-access portions of myself.

Which is why my first reaction to receiving a recent note from P.J. was to set off my "You know me, I..." alarms.

She sent me this link, expressing that this young woman from her neighborhood reminded her a lot of teenaged Holly. P.J. sent her love and made me laugh with how cute she continues to be. Friends are the best, am I right?

And when I watched the video, my jaw dropped open. This girl, Tali, has my exact tempo of talking, along with a certain je ne sais quoi that just screams 18-year-old me. Finding "me" in the future has been a little mind-blowing.

The beat goes on, I suppose.

Have you met your teenage counterpart somewhere in this great big world?

 How earth-shattering was it when you realized you weren't as unique or cool as you thought at that age?