What would my 10 year old self say to me?
There’s lots of blogs around at the moment in regards to what you would say to the 22 year old version of yourself if you could.
I’m taking a different look. I’m reaching a birthday milestone soon, which is kind of confronting, I’m turning 40. (I’ll wait ’til the gasps of horror and disbelief die down before continuing……… go on… take your time……. Ready? OK) I was thinking, I wonder what the 10 year old me would say to me now?
First I think there would be some shock and disappointment that I wasn’t a Superhero (well I couldn’t admit it even if I was could I, they’re not called secret identities for nothing!), didn’t play test cricket for Australia or captain Carlton. He may be shocked that I fell in love with a girl and married her and raised a family, I mean girl germs.. ewww. (The teenage me would be surprised and thankful that a girl actually fell in love with me I reckon, and there was a way out of the “Friendzone”).
He’d probably look at me and wonder what happened to his ribs, I used to be able to see them back then.
If I told him what I did for a job, he’d probably punch me in the face, before really trying to understand what the hell it is that I do for a living. This wasn’t the plan. He would see the fun part though and then laugh that people actually pay me to do it.
He’d be shocked at my “sensible” choice of car and dismayed that I wasn’t a $quillionaire.
That said, I reckon there would be a fair bit he’d be pretty excited about too. Firstly, I’m allowed to drive and actually have a car, I mean that’s pretty cool. I have to shave and finally have hair in places I probably wanted hair then (dismayed at the malting of hair up the top of my head where it really belongs though!)
We’ve done some cool stuff that 10 year old and I. We recognised that my natural ability in the sporting fields peaked around 16 and we took control of our own life from there.
Leaving home at 18, packing up all my things into my little green Gemini car, putting it onto the Able Tasman and moving to the mainland, all for Uni, not knowing too many people, and making a brand new life for myself was a huge risk.
But oh the rewards! The people I’ve met, the things I’ve done, the life I’ve built.
He’d be in awe of some of the travelling we’ve done. Before moving to the mainland, the idea and dream was to see all of Australia, and whilst I still haven’t seen Perth yet, he’d be pumped that we’ve been to Disneyland (and the country surrounding it, I think it’s a little place called the USA, you may have heard of it) , travelled through Europe, Asia, New Zealand too. Ridden Elephants, whitewater rafted, travelled on trains, planes, trams, rickshaws, tuk-tuks, saw Lords, Wimbledon, Madison Square Garden and especially the MCG! All pretty cool stuff. He’d love that I lived in Melbourne and got to go the MCG whenever I want.
Legend from my parents was that asking a young Daniel what he wanted to be when he grew up, I’d answer “a Daddy”. Well I’ve definitely ticked that box, I’ve very lucky to have been blessed with 3 amazing children who are the light of my life and the scurge of my sleep. Although the 10 year old version of me would be a little freaked out that my first mini me is now 10 himself. I hope that I’d see myself living up to my 10 year old expectations of what being a Dad was, as my Dad has always been my hero, I need to be living up to that. He may however be embarrassed by my lack of handy man skills, our Dad could fix anything, I am a handy man’s dream, they make a fortune coming to my house fixing my attempts of trying stuff.
He would probably see I have changed into someone who resembles Mum and Dad in what I say and act at times. Hearing myself say all those things to my kids that I promised I never would. There would be amused head shaking there.
If he’d see the future, he’d see some mistakes and some poor decisions we’d make, but he would have to be seriously excited by the ride he’s about to embark on.
He’d be proud experiences lived, both good and bad, he’d be humbled by the amazing people that have joined him in sharing this journey and have taught us so much.
That 10 year old was fearless, he’d try anything, and he wasn’t afraid to stand up for himself, his filter wasn’t as advanced as it is now, he’d probably whack me for putting up with some of the stuff I have in the past, career wise.
He’d be excited and a little scared by what the next 10 years will bring, as he’d be worried about how everyone he loves has aged in the last 30 years, and for those he’s lost.
He’d be surprised that a circle of friends can extend limitlessly and that people come and go from your circle of friends as life moves on and that your self worth isn’t measured by how many parties you are invited to or how many Christmas cards you get.
He’d remind me that there is a world awaiting me beyond the computer (phone or tablet) screen and that on nice days you have to go outside and enjoy it (and get out of mum’s hair)
I think he’d remind me to keep having fun and don’t take life so seriously or sweat the small stuff. He’d want me to keep looking at the world with wonder and appreciate friends, family and those I choose to surround myself with. He’d still want me to find the time to play every day, remember when lunch wasn’t about eating, running errands or waiting for my next interview to turn up, it was about playing as hard as you could with your mates until the next bell went.
And I think finally he’d remind me that the future is still mine to make, keep dreaming and believing in yourself (as he did)… you could still be an astronaut.