If I could go back and sit with my younger self, I don’t think I would say much.
Not because there isn’t anything worth saying. There is so much. But because I know her. I know how she learns. And she does not learn from warnings or reassurances or the careful advice of someone who has already walked the path she’s on. She is stubborn in the most beautiful and costly way. Her perspective is distinct and unwavering and she will not be moved by words alone.
She learns the hard way. Every time.
What she does pay attention to is what is made and done and lived in front of her. She watches for bravery. She notices when someone shows up fully for themselves — when they move through the world with a kind of self-respect that isn’t performed but simply present. That impresses her. That lands. Not lectures, not lessons, not someone telling her what she should do differently.
Just a life being lived with meaning and courage and honesty.
So I wouldn’t try to warn her. I wouldn’t try to soften what’s coming or convince her to choose differently or rush her toward an awareness she isn’t ready for yet. I would just live my most beautiful, most honest life and let her be a witness to it. I would be someone worth watching. Someone who impressed her not with what they said but with how they showed up.
And here is where it gets quietly profound for me.
I can do that now.
Not for her, exactly. But as her. As the continuation of her. As the woman, she was always in the process of becoming even when it didn’t look like it from the inside.
I can be who I needed back then. I can offer myself now the self-respect, the honesty, the bravery, the unconditional presence that I was looking for in the people around me when I was young and didn’t know yet how to find it in myself.
And when I live that way — when I actually embody the things I wish someone had shown me — something unexpected happens.
Nothing feels wasted.
Not the hard years. Not the losses. Not the long seasons of learning things the difficult way. Not even the stubbornness that made me so hard to reach. All of it was just the unfolding. All of it was just the path taking the shape it needed to take to get me here.
There is a kind of peace in that realization that is hard to describe. It doesn’t erase the pain of what was difficult. But it changes the meaning of it. It transforms survival into something purposeful. It turns the long way around into the exact right route.
Because maybe the point was never to arrive faster.
Maybe the point was to become someone who could finally receive what she always needed — and then give it to herself.
I can’t go back. But I can be here now, fully and honestly and without apology, living the life my younger self would have stopped to watch. Living in a way that would have made her lean in, pay attention, feel something shift.
That is not a consolation prize.
That is everything.
Trust the unfolding. All of it — every hard turn, every loss, every moment you had to learn the long way — was always moving you toward this.
Toward yourself.
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Take a slow breath and let yourself get quiet.
Ask yourself gently: What did my younger self most need to see someone do?
Then ask: Am I living that way now?
Not perfectly. Not completely. Just — am I moving in that direction?
Because the life you needed to witness then is the life you get to build now.
And nothing is wasted.
It was all just the unfolding.
About The Author
Beth Inglish is an artist, leader, and transformational speaker who creates spaces where people feel seen, supported, and invited to grow. Through her abstract paintings and keynote experiences, she helps people reconnect to themselves, regulate their nervous systems, and move forward with clarity and confidence. Her work blends creativity, emotional intelligence, and storytelling to create meaningful moments of reflection and change. Whether on stage or in the studio, Beth focuses on helping people feel grounded, aware, and empowered in their lives. Visit her online gallery to explore her work and learn more about the stories behind each piece.
