A letter from Sep 14, 2024

Dear FutureMe, Hi, future me. Right now, it’s September 14, 2024. You’re sitting in the hospital waiting for these last 6 hours to pass. You’re 22 years old and waiting for the year life starts making a little more sense. Or maybe a lot more. I hope when you get this life is easier. I hope things aren’t as heavy. I hope you’re still working on being a kind person, and a lot more patient. Maybe even married! To tommy of course. Whatever happens during this time, i hope we’re happy. Truly and wholeheartedly happy. The real kind. not what we have been these past 22 years. Whatever you’re feeling right now is okay. Maybe those things didn’t happen or maybe they did and life got in the way again- that’s okay too. We’ve made it through 100% of our worst days so we’ve got a pretty good ratio going for ourself. I love you future me, I hope you can look back and love who you were, who you are now, and who you will be later on, too.