A letter from November 28th, 2020

Dear FutureMe, Hello. This is you at 32 years old, sitting in a ****** chair in the Saw pulpit at work. I painted the handrails today and listened to A*** Carrolla's podcast. Are you good? Is your wife good? Loren should be almost 15 now! Wtf! I hope you're still optimistic. I hope you still take care of yourself. Also, I'd imagine Jenna would be reading this too (hey boo, I love you!!) And I hope your love is insane at this point. Well, how bout it? Are you an electrician? Something else? Im excited for it and hope you pulled it off, but if not, it's okay. You are not your "role" while on this planet. You are you. Carry that everywhere just in case you forget. Remember these days, remember everyday and keep the ones you love most in close contact. We both know this **** is going to get harder as we age. Stay the path. Remember that? I hope you are still kind to yourself and to others as much as you can be. I hope you're consciously aware of those with bad intentions. I hope you give people room to grow. I hope you still give yourself room to grow. Watch that knee jerk reaction! Anyway, I found this site on a Saturday that I was supposed to be at home, but ended up at work, kinda doing nothing. Love yourself. Love others. Be patient. All that hallmark ****, lol. I'm gonna read stories on my phone, clock out and go kiss my wife and hug my son. Peace.