Dear Future Me

Another week, another blog post.

I’d like to say I remember what I’ve done each day of this week, but honestly, I don’t. The days just seem to flow into one big mush and I’m no longer sure what I did when.

But at least I’ve finally finished two of my essays I’ve got to do. Only one more to go and an exam in May then I’ve finished my first year of uni…

Crazy.

So much has happened this year, and it’s not been the easiest, but I’m very excited for what comes next.

So, what did I want to talk about this week?

Well, first off, I write a lot of letters.

When I was eight and my cousin went to university, we decided the best way to keep in touch, whilst also letting me practice my writing skills, was to write each other letters.

We kept up the habit throughout my cousin’s time at university, and so when I started at university, I decided we should keep up the tradition.

So, over the last year, I’ve written a lot of letters.

An extra special one I decided to write this week was a letter to my future self. To be specific, the me ten years from now.

I don’t know how many of you are familiar with “How I Met Your Mother”, but in one of the episodes, Marshall finds and reads a letter that his teenage self wrote to him as an adult.

The idea seemed appealing, so I gave it a go.

Although it was quite a strange letter to write, I actually found it really interesting to do.

Because who knows where we’ll be in ten years?

I’ll probably be living a completely different life to the one I do now, and I can’t imagine what it’ll be like.

Maybe in ten years I’ll write on this blog or whatever form of communication we’re using then about that letter when I open it.

One decision I made though was to not put in any predictions.

I don’t know what I want to be doing next year, let alone in ten years, so I’m not jinxing it by making any promises to myself that I may not accomplish.

The one thing I did wish for myself was this: to be happy, in whatever form that may be.

Because Reader, I’m a firm believer that happiness is the best thing in life.

I used to say it was love, but now I believe the two things are synonymous - people feel happy when they’re loved by someone. Whether that’s romantic love, platonic love or familial love; to love and be loved in return makes us who we are and naturally makes us happy.

You may wonder why I’m telling you this. I thought that you might like the idea yourself and might give it a go.

Who knows, it could be fun?

#dearfutureme #happiness #10yearstime