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Letters to My Future Self – #1

Pen and PaperDear Future Self,

I know.  I know.  You opened up this letter thinking it was going to be something wicked cool.  I mean, you’re 30 now, right?  The last time you got a real bonafide letter in the mail our sister had that awesome New Kids on the Block cassette rocking the boombox.  But it’s just me, or you I guess.  However you want to look at it.  It is a little confusing.  And a little pretentious too.  I mean, who writes a letter to themselves?  I must be an arrogant little bastard, right?  Joke’s on you though.  You’re the one reading it.

So why am I bothering you with this?  Don’t worry.  I do have a point.  I just want you to know that I think you’re awesome.  Seriously dude, remember how you were just two-and-a-half years back.  Let’s be real for a moment.  You weren’t all that and a bag of chips.  In fact, you were kind of lame.  Now don’t feel bad. You’ve changed since then, right?  Right?

Remember after college how your journalism professor told you about that opening at the local paper.  Hell, you were already freelancing for them.  I bet you could’ve gotten that job.  But you didn’t even try because you told yourself you would just write on the side and go get a real job and pay off those loans.  You were going to storm through life like the Tazmanian Devil and conquer the fucking world!  Books would be written about you, and you’d be epic and awesome and then settle down and live the dream while your kids thought you were just boring old dad.

But you couldn’t even muster the writing on the side part.  And let’s not even remind ourselves of how you did at conquering the world.  Hell, you didn’t even try at anything for a long time.  Remember?  You were a lazy bastard.  I just wanted to thank you, or myself really.  You are still writing now, aren’t you?  Yeah, you’re not making much money doing it, but there is the occasional paycheck and it gives you something to do.  And it makes you happy.  That’s the important part.  That was the goal when you graduated.  Nice to know you finally got back on track.  So I just wanted to thank you for that.  I’d given up on that dream.  It had faded away into the ether until you jumped up and pulled it back out before it disappeared altogether.

Thanks, you sexy devil!

You are sexy, right?  Remember just 30 months ago?  It’s hard now that you have to bat the ladies away with a stick, but if you try I think you can conjure it up.  Remember that November in 2012 when you were really down about life and just sat around poisoning your body with bad fast food and your mind with bad television and you were pushing 400 pounds.  Your feet hurt.  And your knees.  And your back.  Jeez, you were a sad bastard, weren’t you?  Just a hopeless little man with no dreams.  Ha!   Glad you can look back at me and we can share a laugh.  It’s funny now, isn’t it?

Everyone thought you were crazy when you turned vegan.  Everyone did!  They waited for you to fuck up.  They looked at everything you ate and asked you all those questions and couldn’t believe you stuck it out.  Thirty months later your still sticking to it, I bet.  No one expected anything when you started, I mean, you were the king of false proclamations.

“I’m going to lose weight this time!”

“Just wait, you’ll see it’s different now.”

“Well, starting next month, I mean, watch out world!”

“Seriously guys, this time I will … fuck it just give me a cheeseburger.”

Now look at you.  If you were a superhero your power would be charging up to the bad guys and screaming, “Sexy Beast Mode ACTIVATE!”  And all the bad guys would go running in terror, overwhelmed by your panache and charm and good looks and general kick-assery of life.

And you started running again.  That’s one of the best parts, isn’t it?  Hell, I think you’ve probably ran a marathon by now.  Yeah, knowing you of course you have.  You’re a real life Tasmanian Devil now, charging through life knocking shit down.  You drain three-pointers blindfolded.  You don’t just chase your dreams but catch them and beat them into submission. Your farts smell like delectable blueberry pie.  Vegan blueberry pie, of course.  A person as bad-ass as you, I bet your thinking of doing another one even.  I bet that felt good–running that far–like you slayed a fire-breathing dragon with your damn hands.  And now you have to answer all those silly questions too.  Questions about why you run and how it’s bad for your knees and all that other crap just like when you turned vegan.  But now people believe you.  Now they know you’re not going to change back to that sad old you without any dreams.

In fact I bet right now you’re thinking up something epic.  Something fucking spectacular and beautiful and amazing to ring in your 30th birthday.  It’s your golden birthday, you know.  Well, yeah, of course you do.  We know.  You’ve been dreaming of what adventure 2015 could bring for awhile now.  And you’ve gotten healthy and happy and spent the last two years working your ass off every single day towards being that person you’d imagined you should become.  It’s almost time for some real adventure now.

These past 30 months, they’ve just been the prologue.  Chapter 1 is about to begin.

That is exciting.  There are no limits, only possibilities.

Boy, it’s going to be grand.

Sincerely,

Past Me

3 Comments

  1. I’m torn. On the one hand, I applaud your self-confidence. On the other, I reflect on the most recent post I read from another blogger – a poem about Narcissus. Is there a connection? I don’t know. You decide.

  2. Ah….such an inspiration. There really is no better way to become who you want to be than to imagine it like it’s already happened. Well…I guess that’s the second best way. The first best is to act like it. Thanks for this. I love it. From someone also in the process of becoming a better, happier self.

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