Pleeeease tell me you get the reference from the title of this post. If you don’t, then google it and get back to me.
I haven’t been participating in #Blogtober14, mostly out of sheer laziness and also because I haven’t been blogging at all because BUSY. I think Winter is my only slow season. And this Winter will not be slow. Anyway. That has nothing to do with this post.
Today’s prompt is to write a letter to yourself in 10 years. Stressfuuuuul. But I’m gonna do it anyway.
Girl (because in my head I refer to myself only as “girl”),
Wow. You’re married. And old. How many kids do you have? One? Two? Ten? I hope you’re planning something awesome for your ten-year anniversary — I mean, it’s kind of a big deal. Wait, you are still married right?
Are you in Texas finally? I really hope you found a good job when you moved. I also hope you bought a house. And hey, don’t be lazy anymore about cleaning. You have a house now; you need to keep that ish presentable at all times. At least as presentable as small children will allow. Hopefully you’ve fully adjusted to the fact that your family isn’t right around the corner anymore — at least not your side of the family.
I hope you didn’t get stuck in that career field you were trying to leave. I’m gonna go ahead and assume that you managed to get out of it and are now doing things that you really enjoy. In fact, I’m gonna go ahead and assume that you’re happy in general. You managed to overcome obstacles in your young life, so I’m sure you’ve powered through any hardships in the past ten years.
My young, naive advice to you, my older self, is this: Be kind to everybody, especially your husband and your kids. Rely on people when you need to. Stop freaking out about the passing of time. Have some patience. Enjoy each day. Take the next ten years slowly.