A note to my younger self, in two words:
What good did all the worry do me? Not one thing. I borrowed troubles, I sweated the small stuff, I worried things down to the bone..... If I could go back in time and give myself a note, not only give myself a note, but make it a note that I would believe with my whole heart and start practicing right away, it would be those simple words.
Followed quickly by:
Finger snapping optional.
Inspired by prompt #4 at Mama's Losin' It!