A Letter To My Future Self
In my highschool, we had these nerdy after-school special groups called “Peer Groups”, where as freshmen and sophmores you were split into groups that were hosted by seniors. I think these groups were suppose to be an inspiration to keep you out of trouble, and to encourage you to make new friends, and keep you from being overwhelmed by the changes high school can bring, or something… In truth, I don’t really remember anything that we did in these groups, except that as a freshman, we were asked to write a letter to our future selves that would be mailed to us during our senior year. Much to my surprise, the senior who led our group actually did mail them to us when we were in our senior year of high school. I certainly got a kick out of reading a note from my former self.
I have been in a desperate need for a swift kick of optimism in the ass lately, and this led me to think that maybe I should write a letter to my future, 30-year old self. I have been trying to write some personal posts here and there, so here goes:
Dear 30 year old-2019 Kelli,
Hey girl, hope you are doing fabulous. You are welcome for using copious amounts of under-eye cream and moisturizer, your skin better be glowing.
Whatever you are up to now, I hope that you get a great deal of daily bliss from it, or at least a lot of money, either way. However, if it is only the money you are after in your job, I hope you are still traveling the world over in your spare time, to make up for the lack of joy your job may bring you. God I hope we have school paid off by now!
I hope that you have finally found a way to execute a really classic, consistent, sort of New York-chic style that you have always been gunning for, because in July of 2012 you were shopping in a mall in denim cutoffs and a cropped coral shirt, and realized that is NOT a cute look for you, and you should stop dressing like you are 13. I hope that we’re over trying to be trendy.
I promise that in the coming years that have led to your 30th birthday, I will seize as many cool opportunities as possible so that you don’t have to look back on your 20s and feel like you have missed out on anything. I will try to travel as far and often as I can, and do really cool stuff in New York City. I will try to stop worrying about every little thing that happens!
I hope you’re still living with hearty optimism and passion for everything.
Your former 2012 Diva Self,
P.S. If you haven’t been to Italy and Greece by now, I’m pretty mad at you, and you need to withdraw whatever money is in your bank account right now and hop to it!