While I was packing for “The Big Move, Numero 19” last night, I found a letter that I’d written to myself when I was 14. It was tucked into my 8th grade yearbook and addressed to ‘Future Me.’
The letter made me cry. ’14-year-old Reannon’ had put so much faith in the future. I’d been so confident that I’d one day become ‘a rich, famous, career woman’ (Yep, those were my exact words)…I sounded almost cocky.
It’s funny because I’d been so paranoid that someone would find my letter. Back then, I couldn’t think of anything more humiliating and had written ‘PRIVATE PROPERTY – DO NOT READ’ all over the borders of the page. ‘Past Me’ would’ve have been so mortified if she’d known that I’d one day be sharing those same words with the Blog-o-Sphere…something that didn’t even exist back then.
I won’t bore you with the details of the first three quarters of the letter. It’s mostly a summary of the school year, followed by a three paragraph rant about the ‘shallow and mean’ popular girls. They’d been pretty much the focus of my life back then. But the last paragraphs are interesting.
“I hope that you’re traveling, Future Me,” I’d written. “I also hope that you’re helping the world somehow. Right now people have gone off course. People seem to have forgotten what they’re here for. And I am going to try to help them. You better be doing something good for the world! If you haven’t done that yet, do it now!
I know that I have a lot of expectations for you, Future Me. But you are smart. You are here for a reason. Don’t ever let anyone tell you otherwise. The world you live in and your life are gifts. Appreciate those gifts. Appreciate your life and the place you live in. Don’t take it for granted. Don’t abuse it.
I hope you are not reading this and thinking how naive I am. That is the best advice I can give you and I hope you live every day to its fullest and stay on course.
Best of luck to you, never forget me.
Love (and I do love you),
Your younger self.”
It’s funny how sometimes, the best advice is the advice you can give yourself; the advice that comes from within. I needed a confidence boost…and my younger self reached out through time to give it to me.
I wonder if, 14 years from now, I’ll re-read what I wrote in this blog and think that I sounded as young, naive and preachy at 26, as I did at 14.
…Probably. : )