Write a Letter to Your Future Self
As you may or may not remember I am writing to you from the past, the 36-year-old you. I am finding this a lot harder to do than the letter to my teenage self. What do you say to someone when you have no idea what the future holds?
It is Easter weekend, 2016. Do you remember? Your boys are three-years-old, they had an easter egg hunt on the Sunday, ate too much, had a sugar high and then hit an all-time low in grumpiness. You didn’t mind though, it is all part of the day.
You did lots of baking too, cakes, banana bread, cookies. It was so much fun.
Do you remember the games you played that weekend? The ghost game is the monkeys’ favourite: “you be the ghost, mummy, and I will pretend to be scared”. You have no idea where that game came from. You hubby remarked today that the monkeys have grown up so much, particularly over the last few weeks. They played upstairs in the bedroom all by themselves yesterday; no adults were allowed. So you hung out on the stair and listened in, just in case. Time certainly passes very quickly.
Do you remember the lovely Easter dinner that you had? The boys were so good, you sang songs afterward and danced around the living room.
Do you remember what the world was like in 2016? I wonder what life is like with you now? I am picturing you as a 60-year-old. That is 2040. I find that a bit mind-blowing if I am honest. I am wondering if my blog is still ‘out there’. Blogs have probably been superseded by some new concept. Like a microchip of the author’s thoughts projected directly into the brain. Maybe the internet has been replaced by something even more incredible. What else has been invented in 2040? Just thinking how things have changed in my ‘current’ lifetime, what will I have seen by the time I am you?
I wonder where you are now? Where do you live? What do you do with your time? The boys will be older, less dependent on you. The thought of that scares me.
The ‘monkeys’ will be 28. I hope they are still best friends. I had always thought how lovely it is for them to have each other. Today, especially, we have watched them play together, make up games and hiding from imaginary enemies. Always on the same side, the same team. I hope that is still the case. What are they doing now? The main thing I want to know is: are they happy? I hope that I continue to have the close bond with them; that means so much to me. I realise over the years we will have our arguments but I hope they still know that I love them, always, more than I ever thought possible.
How did it go with the writing? At this point in your life I am wondering what the future holds. I would love to freelance or have a job that could continue my talents. How did that pan out?
The older I get, the better I am at being happy in my own skin. I hope that continues to be the case. I am finding it easier to not worry what other people think of me. Is that part of growing older?
I sincerely hope that you are happy, that the hubby is happy and that your life has worked out. I know at this point in my life I truly don’t know what is coming up. Will we stay in Germany an extra year, will we move home, will we go somewhere new entirely? Who knows? It is exciting though.
I know that the time to move is near, I have started moving the furniture around. That is a sure fire sign I am getting itchy feet.
I will see you later my friend; let’s hope the next few years are filled with fun and joy.
Signing off…..with one more thing:
Like this post? Then check out A Letter to my Teenage Self.