Dolly Parton died today, and it's no surprise how much it's hit me. I never met her. I have no business grieving like this. But some people shape you from a distance, and you don't notice how much until they're gone.
She was funny, generous, smart, kind, and completely unbothered by anyone who mistook the wig and the nails for the whole story. That combination taught me more about how to build a life and a career than most of the advice I've paid for.
If I could sit down with my 25-year-old self over coffee, I'd probably start with "relax, you're going to be okay." Then I'd spend the next three hours frantically trying to download two decades of hard-earned wisdom before the timeline paradox kicked in.
The truth is, past me wouldn't have listened to most of this advice anyway. Some lessons can only be learned through experience, bruised knees, and the occasional spectacular failure. But maybe - just maybe - a few of these insights would have saved me some unnecessary detours and sleepless nights.
This isn't a list of regrets. I'm genuinely grateful for the path I took, wrong turns and all. These are observations from the other side of decisions, relationships, and career moves that seemed monumentally important at the time but turned out to be just Tuesday in the grand scheme of things.