Dear Younger Me

When I was in 8th grade, I was an editor on the school newspaper, participated in half a dozen other clubs and one sport, and by the grace of God managed to land on the honor roll more often than not. What that looked like in real life was that I was on the go from 6 AM to 9 PM or later, barely seeing my family and only talking to my peers about class- or club-related stuff. I remember one day, while literally running from a newspaper meeting to a study group, thinking to myself, "If I were an adult, I'd