I wonder about you a lot.
Are you happy? Have you found the love of your life? Have you forgotten about the man you said you never would, seven years ago? You know, the big blue Chevy driving hunk, who couldn’t take his eyes off you. The one that let you slip away…without you having much of a say.
What does your hair look like, are you still doing your make-up?
The year is 2017, just seven years short of turning 30. Currently, life isn’t half bad. You’ve lost a couple of friendships recently but it’s actually their loss. They didn’t accept you for who you are. I really really really hope you aren’t friends with them again. Forgive them? Sure. But don’t trust them. Your sanity isn’t safe with them.
Did you get your master’s degree? The one you were thinking about when you were near completion toward your bachelor’s.
Are you still thinking about living down South? Louisiana? Tennessee? The Carolinas?
Where ever you are, whatever you’re doing, I hope you’re living well.
I wonder about you, a lot. What you’re going to look like, what career path you’ve officially chosen. Whether you’ll have little kids running around. A house. A dog. A garden full of your favorite flowers.
Don’t try to rush writing me back– live your life the way you are right now, I’ll hear back from you sooner than you think. I’m so eager to know what’s changed.
Love, your younger self.