A letter from December 17th, 2020

Dear FutureMe, *****. You're about to be a homeowner. What. Insane. Sunday December 13, 2020. This year wasn't a complete ******** sis. It started off rocky but there were some moments of triumph. I mean, driving regularly, getting promoted, BUYING A HOUSE, fixing your skin, staying inside (😭 introvert dream come true). The rest of the world might be struggling rn but you're thriving sis. Be proud of yourself this year and how far you've come. You turned 25 and still feel like an impostor but things are looking up. I guess you'll never truly feel like an adult but sis is getting some things done. You keep accomplishing girlie. Hopefully by this time you're in a boring easy accounting job that pays enough and isn't super stressful. Imagine going to bed and dreaming about work. Couldn't be you (not anymore i hope). Let's hope life doesn't make up for all the good this year and wreck everything right after 🙃 it hurts more when you fall from higher. Anyways i am tired. I need to finish this talk and go bathe. More training in the morning and all that outstanding work that I've been ignoring. Sigh. Later.