A letter from March 18th, 2021

Dear FutureMe, Last night I finally had the conversation with Courtney. I want a new career. I want to be a therapist, a counselor, something that allows me to utilize my strengths to help people. Something that fits our purpose. Right now, I have a decent job. Hell it's a good job. The best one I've had yet. This was the dream at one point. All of the late nights, the long hours, the drinking, the working every weekend, that's all pretty much gone right now. The angst that came with it has lessened. The stress remains, it always will in this line of work. For a long time I never knew what the end goal was, but I've always known it shouldn't be food-service. I've grown to a point that I no longer wish to waste time doing something that's not beneficial to my well-being. Something that I don't want to do. Life is too short, and I'm finally turning the thought into an action. The confidence has always been there, still is. I always bet on me. As it sit here and type this now, I'm betting on me again. I'm betting on you. I'm betting on me putting in the work, the effort, the sacrifice to get to a point that you can be you. There's so much that's unknown in this journey, but that's exactly what makes it a journey. I hope that you enjoyed some of it. I have no doubt it's been difficult, might still be. But we've been through worse. I hope that you are in a good place right now. That you're content. And that you still have some of the angst, because that's what keeps us growing. And if you are where we wanted to be at this point in time, I'm damned proud of you.