A letter from Jun 1st, 2022

Dear FutureMe, its you... 2022 you, im sitting in the Lampost joburg offices right now and its the first day of my internship. Pretty crazy that we're actually trying to become a photographer right now😭 how lit? We definitely always dreamed of this but I thought it would be more creative/art director. Crazy to find out we might become all those things simultaneously. So many dreams we had of creating LINDIWE the zine, it looks like the flower might slowly be unfurling. Its really great, im so happy for us. Right now though this moment in time we've stopped avoiding the emotional nitty gritty, your heart and your head and your soul. The past 2 years have been hell and smiled throughout... well maybe not throughout but for most of the ride. Went through that whole gaslighting manipulative situationship, that heartbreaking experience in London with Leni's, taking care of those sick old people and all the latent trauma you had to push away, an acting a career that's been consistently ripping at your self confidence and your love for it and then losing the first real love of your life when you didn't even have to, and having to act like you're fine through all of it. Having to come home and start over while you're broken bruised and shaking. Im going to extend soo much love and sympathy towards you and I hope you're in a much better place when you get this. Because baby girl, it's been pretty rough, but you're still standing, everything hurts but you're still standing. I hate that you've had to be so strong honestly, I don't think it's fair at all. These are our cards though, and I know it was my own stubbornness, hope and ambition that kept me in that painful place for so long. Don't ever EVER regret it though, or doublethink. You did your best my love and I want you to know that as sad as we are in this moment, every version of you is so so proud of you. In awe of you and inspired by you. Your life is an unexpected story, you're a trailblazer. Theres no one who has ever done what you're about to do and that's why there's never been anyone you could look to for help. You are a superstar, in every sense of the word. I hope that when you read or share this, you believe it. Not necessarily because the world finally sees it (which they WILL) but because you finally trust in yourself and the gifts our Creator has given us. I love you. Go make yourself happy, go nurse yourself, love yourself back to life. Go blow their minds. Love. You.