Letter to my 25 year old self

Just finished my Oprah Magazine. Thought I should before the next one arrives. Why does my sister need to buy new subscriptions for this magazine since I lost my job and had to let all magazines I read expire? I know why, she obsesses over 1 thing I like ignoring all other interests (just like Mom does). This month is writing letters to your 25 year old self. Not very insightful or thought provoking, but interesting. So I shall write a note to my 25 year old self based on things I know now. Flashback: Age 25 was 2000-2001. 9/11 had not occured nor war on terror. Stocks sucked as internet businesses that flourished were being bought out or disbanding. I was living with my sister and her cat in an apartment, being her Cinderella. I was working full time at a shoe store with a coworker I nicknamed The Wicked Witch of the West, my sister called her lazy girl. My Christmas decorations and summer sandals were stolen and everyone laughed assuming I was joking. I wasn't. My best friend was my sister's cat I would take outside for walks. My Grandpa died leaving my Alzheimer's stricken Grandma for my Dad and Aunts to care for. I just bought my first cell phone at the mall where I worked. My sister and I separated on bad terms (she kept packing my stuff as her own). I moved into a former hotel studio apartment without an oven horrifying my Mom. I started collecting Barbie dolls. My sisters dreamed of England and insisted I come to so tried to save for that. I finally got a new job at an airport car rental that was part time stating I was saving for England, but really got tired of dealing with the Wicked Witch. And went on a vacation to Tennessee to visit my great-aunt with my Mom before turning 26. Based on what I know now I would tell this person: Get ready to be disappointed. Follow your instincts instead of other people's dreams. Guess I haven't learned much I didn't already know since then.