A letter from Jan 27, 2025

Dear FutureMe, Hi. Happy birthday. You'll be thirty-five today, and I'm glad. I'm glad you made it this far. Are you still spinning? Are you still writing? Is the book published yet? Don't beat yourself up if you aren't. If it isn't. It's okay. I've been there, too. We don't have to beat ourself up just because we didn't meet some nebulous idea of what we 'should' do. If you are, then that's amazing! I'm so proud of us! I bet we're so much better than we are as I write this. If the book is out, then that's fantastic! You should be so proud of yourself! I know I am. I'm tearing up writing this, which is silly, but there you go. I'm proud of you. I really, truly, am. Give hubby our love. Give Micki a hug. I don't know what else we might've picked up in the time between now and then, but whatever it is, I hope it's something that makes you happy. No matter if it's productive or not. I hope you're happy, me. I love you.