A love letter to my 5-year-old self: a powerful exercise to awaken what matters

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Dear 5-year-old (1973) Janie,

Let me start by saying you won’t marry Glen Campbell or Denis Potvin. I know they’re your crushes now, but you’ll never even meet them. Or date them.

You will not grow up to be a singer despite all the times you sing into a curling iron. Talent agents don’t go into little girls’ bedrooms.

You have no idea, but the house you grow up in will be the home base for many special memories and joyous events. Appreciate it.

You’ll be a lifelong dreamer, and this will help you succeed in ways that will take your breath away.

Those bunny rabbits in your backyard right now will begin a lasting bond with animals — and throughout your life, they will bring out the best in you.

And soon, you’ll have the sweetest baby brother ever …despite your greatest wish of having a sister. You’ll continue to pray for one, though.

Someday, you will reflect fondly on growing up at the beach club — the ocean, the sand, and collecting seashells — remember that not every kid gets to spend all summer at the beach.