A letter from Jul 6th, 2021

Dear FutureMe, 25....bruh **** that feels old from this 20yo perspective. Anywho, I'm nervous writing this because I don't know what you've experienced by now, how lafe has treated you and what you're up to. I hope it's been good. At this point I'm over it all, the lies, the givernment bs, coronavirus (Gosh I hope that word is banned by then), and all this other stuff. But I also relaize how important it os, and I hope you're seeing the fruit of this difficult time and processing. I think you're close to the 'harvest'. If you've forgotten, don't be worried. It's not some cult ****. It's the years of harvesting the seeds you've sown into making the free life you wanted for yourself, your loves ones and all inhabitants of this earth whom you deeply love and care for. I miss my parents. I'm scared for them. I love them but I also want to control them so that they can be here longer and never leave. So selfish of me to want that power over someone else. God please ease these worries. I'm just composing myself from a well needed cry. I needed to express my fears and my homesickness. I miss them and wish I did not need to be far away from them. Anyway, the future is still very bright from this perspective, but I am having challenges with self-doubt. I want to launch my YouTube channel but I keep stalling, doing everyone a disservice. But I am proud of my growing and glowing self-esteem and self-worth. I am a Queen, a high value woman whp only accepts the best and nothing less. No disrespect and general crappiness is welcome here, in all ways. I love you! Goodluck!