Look at that little guy. So innocent. So full of potential. He could have been anything, really, but he thought it best to head out onto the balcony in his slippers and jam away on a plastic guitar. Honestly, I can’t blame him. Maybe he could have made something of himself if he traded that plastic guitar for a real one. Maybe. But what other advice would I bestow upon a younger Michael if I had the chance?
If you could go back and impart some advice on a younger version of yourself, what would you say? Since he took it from the context of chatting with a 20-something Stacey, I decided to do the same with an early 20s Michael.
To borrow a page from Frank Sinatra, “Regrets, I’ve had a few. But then again, too few to mention.” And really, that’s the truth. All the decisions I’ve made in my life have led me to where I am today. While I have my frustrations and my gripes, and my ongoing saga with the midlife crisis, my life is objectively pretty good. It’s just that it could always be better. Greener grass and all that, I suppose.
Really, the biggest and perhaps simplest piece of advice I can give my younger self is still the advice I need to give my current self: Catch those beautiful pieces of life flying around you. Just do it. Do it now. Because every year can be the best year of your life.