This day a year ago, I walked across the stage of Radio City to receive my grad school diploma and officially became an MS, RD.

The day started with a fire in my basement and ended with oysters and champagne. At the time, I mused about what I would have told my younger self. Of course, now I’m wondering what I would tell the me of May 20, 2013.

I’d probably tell her to get plenty of sleep—and not to be afraid to call bulls***.

What would you tell your younger self?