Dear Future Me

I remember that after I graduated from college, I wrote myself a letter - a letter that I would always read whenever I feel this way - borderline *cue Madonna*. Couldn’t help but think that past me was smarter and knew that all along this would happen. Wow.Rewind.So here was what 2005 me wrote:

Dear Joyce,

I know  why you’re reading this letter. You are sulking in one corner of a room, trying to fight back the tears that are building up in your chinky eyes….. What is it now? Why are you feeling down again? Are you scared? Are you lonely? Are you angry? Don’t be.You are not alone….Everyone has problems and are by this time figuring out what went wrong or what is wrong…. What’s the matter peanut butter? Is that the kind of motivation you use? I tell you its pretty obvious because it works for you. Otherwise, you won’t be reading the letter.

Stop being stubborn. Admit it. You knew this all along. You are afrain to take the chance, make a choice and fall. You won’t grow. What is life without growth? Learning is all about falling, standing up, falling again and going through all your troubles. I thought you love learning.. 

Take this advice….Stop wasting your time reading this letter. LIVE.

From your Best and Worst Enemy

 That woman made sense.And the letter was longer but I had to just edit and cut through the non-thematic gibberish of 2005 me.  Alright. I can do this. First, laundry. Then who knows maybe I could finally find the enthusiasm to clean the bathroom or have my pants altered.  This will be hard and long (Day 503).