Perspective

Dear Future Andrew, Last night I watched a video from the vlogbrothers about perspective, where John talked about the past twelve years of his life. Twelve years ago, he was 24 (like I am), he was depressed (like I sort of am) and he was in a really tough place (like I am - this has been the summer of Sonia's skin - yesterday she was having an itch attack while changing Anya's REALLY BAD diaper, while I was puking from a migraine. I then had to wash the diaper out in the toilet while gagging on puke). My family's bringing meals for us, because we think the histamine thing is a thing, and I'm searching frantically for a job (I have an interview on Monday. Do I get the job? Was it a good choice? I wish I knew what you know!). John also was struggling with creating any art at all, and was burdened with all of his dreams not panning out. Twelve years later, he's had four bestsellers, raised over $3 Million for charity, started businesses, has two million fans, and is having one of his books turned into a feature film. I know (intellectually) that I might be on my own path to that kind of success (if he can do it, I can do it!), but I really just feel like I'm sitting in crap, and I'll never get out. I just watched harvey last night (It made me feel a little better), and I learned that sacrificing for Sonia makes me wildly happy- I sat up with her and read The Princess Bride while she soaked in the tub. I just wanted to write you, future Andrew, to say that twelve years doesn't seem like such a long time. I know that you're beyond anywhere I could imagine, because I know what I (we?) are going some place. I don't know where, and I'm a little envious of you that you get to be there, and I don't. But I'm younger and prettier than you, so there. I'm going to try to enjoy the now, and to sacrifice and serve Anya and Sonia until I drop. It brings me some comfort to think that twelve years from now, all this stuff will be gone, and everything will be different. See you later, you lucky stiff. Past Andrew P.S. 2025! Good grief, have self-driven cars taken over yet? Hope so!