A letter from December 17th, 2020

Dear FutureMe, You are 33 now. That's scary isn't it? I hope your dreams have worked out, I hope everyone is alive and I hope you aren't so afraid anymore. I love you. How's your life? Where do you live now? Do you remember your life at 28? Sitting on the couch, Netflix on the background, Christmas lights and an annoying streamer. Do you remember the pandemic? I hope it's over by now. Do you remember the books you read that year? The new carpet? What about your therapist? How's that going? I love you and I am proud of everything you have done I know how hard each step was. Don't worry girl. I got you.