Advice to My Adolescent Self by Deb Lisa Daily

My adolescent self was never wanting for advice.

I have always had an exact replica of myself with 25 years more experience whispering in my ear at every juncture. Her name is Jan, and she is my mother.

She knew what I was up to before I’d fully formed a plan for mischief. She encouraged me to be kind when I playfully tortured teenage boys for sport. And she believed that I could do anything I set my mind to.

She still does.

When I think about the mistakes I made, the things I wished I’d tried harder at, or practiced more, I realize I wouldn’t change a thing.

Every misstep, every flat-out moronic endeavor, every victory, every chance I’ve ever taken has brought me to here.

If I changed one thing, I might change my path, my life might go in a different direction.

The death of my brother, every broken heart, every brave moment, every kiss, every step, every friend, has made me who I am, has given me the most extraordinary life anyone could hope for.

If I could give any advice to my adolescent self, it would be to enjoy the ride.

And give mom a hug.

Deb Lisa
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Lisa Daily is a real-life TV dating expert on Daytime. She's a syndicated relationships columnist, a popular media guest seen everywhere from MTV to the New York Times, and the author of the bestselling dating advice book, Stop Getting Dumped! : All you need to know to make men fall madly in love with you and marry "The One" in 3 years or less. Visit lisa online at www.lisadaily.com

13 thoughts on “Advice to My Adolescent Self by Deb Lisa Daily

  1. Oh this is beautiful, Lisa! I got choked up. Wow. A great read at the start of the day.

  2. Jess–
    She is. I’m lucky to have her. It is both delightful and terrifying because I have my own daughter now.

    I know what it’s like to love someone so much, and be loved so much, and yet I know so many women who have complicated relationships with their mothers — I hope and pray all the time that in thirty years time, my daughter feels the same way about me that I feel about my mom.

    Lisa

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