My advice to my teenage was self was this: everything is going to be alright. As a girl, and as a younger woman, I worried all the time. I carried anxiety around with me like a treasured friend, afraid that if I didn't worry, then something bad would happen. But the bad things that ended up happening were not the things that were on my radar, or they were so subtle and insidious that I had no knowledge of them until they were full blown: relationships within my family, eroding, like acid, over the years-- or they came out of nowhere: being with my daughter in her little VW Jetta on a lonely highway in Southeastern New Mexico when we hit and killed a wild Javelina going 80 mph.
So now, at the age of 64 I've learned to let go of much of the worry. I meditate, I don't eat sugar, I exercise, I try and act on things in my life as promptly as I can. I try to love the people in my life cleanly and honestly and I work hard at believing in myself. But more than anything else, I look back over the years and realize that my life unfolded the way it needed to, almost in spite of myself, and that everything has been, and will be, alright.