You know those letters we always think about writing to our younger selves… I wrote one:
It’s going to be a roller coaster. The seatbelt will break, and you’ll feel yourself being thrown from the ride. Grab on to something. Let your feet fly out. Let the pee run down your leg… but don’t let go.
The problems never really disappear, but I figured out how to deal with them in healthy ways. You’ll be happy. Your relationships will be meaningful. You are going to be okay. Have fun when you can, just keep holding on to that roller coaster.
I just want you to know that it won’t always be so hard, or so sad. You’re doing something right. I’ll catch you in our mid-30’s. We’ll hop on a new ride.
You’ll have 5 nieces, they’re all adorable. You’ll spend your days writing, painting, making music, making videos, hiking, and playing with that bluetick hound you’ve always wanted. Her name is Linda Mae, and reminds me a lot of Little Ann from “Where the Red Fern Grows.”
I love you,
P.S. That book is by Wilson Rawls. Read it. Read “The Alchemist,” by Paulo Coehlo too.