Friday Free Topic: Dear Twenty

My trek through my old college downtown last weekend got me to thinking about how lost I was in 1990 at twenty. I was more together at seventeen than I was at twenty because one year away from college graduation, I¬†thought all the wrong things mattered. Wouldn’t it be great to be able to send just one letter to yourself at that gorgeous, lost age of twenty? This would be what mine would say: You’re not fat. Stop staying that you are. My God, look at you. Also, your hair will never be this magnificent again. I only say this…