A letter from Dec 16, 2024

Dear FutureMe, I know you are well. I know because despite your debilitating anxiety and proven experience in doomcasting you always come out okay. You are seeing this on the other end of 2025 and you will laugh how much unnecessary pain you have squeezed between these letters just thinking of whys and what ifs. Just in case you forgot, let me remind you you are wise, beautiful, loved and worthy. Its 2024 here! Well the last kicks of it. The world on this side is lazily turning in on itself. Like those last hours after bouts of insomniac hours that sleep finally catches up with your intentions and you can't remember ever struggling. Feels like the world is on a go slow but no one minds. Everyone understands. I love Decembers. I love family. I love Christmas. Anyway buddy, despite all your self hate you are still doing great for yourself. Case in point you are sprawled on a cosy bed, face up writing this letter to yourself on a Tuesday evening. Premium self love if you ask me! You have had just the year you had hoped. I know your mind is jumping in to cast doubt on this but really-you have had a great year. The peace, the ease, the stability, the growth you would have ****** for this years back. And what's better- your mind and heart have had a swell time. I know . I know. You had hoped for more for your 27th . Travel the world, get a car, move houses and have spare cash! It seems you are not even close and social media is doing a great job pitting you against your peers.But I'll tell you whats notable. This has been one debt free year. I see you still holding on to those lending apps but I give you permission to let go. You are right on track. Sit in that and revel in the goodness. I am proud of you. Besides you have also done the hogwork of self love this year. Almost took you out didn't it? The loneliness stared you down for a while those first months.And the world was awfully quiet while your mind was screaming mayhem.But look how you turned out. Detached and uninterested in those avoidant relationships that made you doubt your sensitive INFJ empath spirit as too-much ness. Look at you tuning to your golden self, reclaiming the silence and honouring yourself. You are doing awesome kid. This year has beeb a lot on all fronts. From the political heat in your country to the Americans bringing back trump. Everything feels like an intentional front to highlight your minority. No worries though you can still travel to the tropics. Through it all you are finding your voice and your tribe. You are right to stay optimistic about the future. There is a lot of great things in store for you. All these women are not breaking their backs for nothing. And so are you! It does pay off. It will pay off and I hope you are there on the other end to affirm this. If you are there on the other end never forget to remind me that this person, that exists here today mattered just as much.And as I join you there next year I hope you are sitting with me on leisurely flight to a tropical village. I hope you have found softness that doesnt shift. I hope you are making way above your wildest dreams and still working on your terms. I hope your experiences and desires are validated by a tribe that makes you remember that one time love. I hope you never have to second guess yourself, dumb yourself down, apologise for your magic or lower your voice. I hope you have fully unlearned the idea of God and fathers who are limited, who punish to show their power and make you doubt your divinity. I hope you are held in soft hands. I hope you stopped flinching and stiffening when love shows up. I hope you have a lifetime supply of crisp, juicy and sweet fruit. I hope you have all your family around you and that capitalism has softened its grip on how you value each other. I hope you were able to buy mum that cooker and plush sofa and moved in grandma into that house. I hope love knows that you know it, saw it, heard it and love it back. I hope not only that you dream but that now you live those dreams. And incase you desire any more of these extraordinary moments remember it was always you that brought that extra. And remember to be grateful for this peace and that you reclaimed your belly laughs this year. Love, Little Star