I were funnier.
I knew how to tango (not just pretend).
I was more passionate about writing so I could hole up and do it instead of dream of doing it while having a more balanced, but less author-like life.
I took myself less seriously.
I knew when it was okay to cross the line.
I didn't question myself as often as I do.
I wasn't so judgmental.
I wasn't so quick to think I know the answer.
I was more focused.
I was more spontaneous.
I could have infinite time and opportunity to do the things I want and to spend the time I want with the people I care about.
I had more patience.
Summer wasn't half-way over.