A letter from Apr 04, 2024

Dear FutureMe, What's up broski? This is (adult) you pre-sophomore year. Don't know where I'm going or what I'm doing but that's okay. God guides. He's a shepherd and I'm a frolicking lil sheep, a silly lil goose, a bear cub (read Hosea 11ish). Wonder who is president- HOPE YOU VOTED and it's not Biden...or Kamala because that's scary. Is Taylor Swift still big? Hope the Tortured Poets Department lived up to your (admittedly low) expectations. Go study abroad. It looks cool. You can do psych there and take the neuroscience courses later. Hope you have a super cool boyfriend and have your wedding planned and names of your first few kids- you're 20, this is what you should be doing. Hope you're still close with Jack, Faith C., Elizabeth D., Cate, and Reese. Maybe you've convinced Reese to transfer! (yeehaw) Ideally you're dating a yell leader and have access to Reveille (you go girl) and have a Golden Retriever and bake every once in a while and a house (Lord willing) and a business (it's smart probably.) Go run. Do a half marathon or something. Take a little weekend trip to Houston with the girls. Praise the Lord (because you're still breathing!!!)