I’ve been writing letters to myself on this blog for a while now. When I was 25, I wrote this letter to my 29 year old self. And here I am again, just days away from turning 29.
I love looking back at this because I wasn’t exactly hopeful for turning 29. But I can honestly say that at this time in my life, I know more about myself and am more sure about myself than I’ve ever been.
I’m happier than I’ve ever been. I’m content – which is something I’ve really struggled to be.
And at 34, I don’t expect everything to still be peachy keen. I’ll probably be married, if things don’t take some kind of horrible turn. I’ll probably have a house, if I can convince myself to finally plant my roots in NJ.
Just because you’re 34, future self, doesn’t mean all these things have to happen. Up until now, you’ve done a great job at letting things fall into place and I see a bright future for us.
Let people help you. Let people tell you you’re doing a good job. And don’t EVER be afraid to change the things that are making you unhappy. If you’ll recall, things were pretty tough during the peak years of the pandemic. I hope you’ll take a moment to look around at 34 years old and see how far you’ve come, not just from the pandemic, but from your teenage self that had no confidence in herself. That no one else even had confidence in.
Look how far we’ve come.
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