A letter from Oct 28, 2025

Dear FutureMe, what do you mean I'm 29?! What a year, what an age, such challenging times. I know the change is ahead, big, bulky changes to excuse the years' long burdens in the blink of an eye. Financially independent, free, healthy and a happy me; I'm wishing. Because I always find a way, and I don't even realize that I create my own reality until much later. This age taught me it doesn't always take years, but the details matter. Dear me, you're strong and capable. You're soft, honest, compassionate with a golden heart. You're courageous, adventurous, and still not so ahead in life, always ahead of "others", for whatever its worth, but always trying to find something in you to chase after, huh? Baby beautiful, be kind to yourself, and celebrate each breath as you know you fought for it since you were a tiny dot on this earth. You battled, and deserved every single goodness this universe has to offer. I hope you found your purpose, if not, keep looking, the journey itself is what matters, you know that. You accomplished so much and stayed semi-sane through all. You not only survived, but challenged what means to be living, always. So believe and trust you, and only you. Everything is figureoutable. You, yourself, has been a mother, father, teacher, dancer, musician, writer, painter, great friend, even greater lover, thoughtful, brilliant, intelligent, ****, fun woman. You, for others, are still nothing less than that. You learned to protect yourself, fight for your rights, and shine your own light no matter what. This one was a reconstruction, a demolition and visualization, and action. Take it easy, your minimum still shows your capacity, and less is more sometimes, too! Love you. Be you. Celebrate you, cause you are you, for you, by you, surrounded with greatness. Thank you.