A Letter To My Future Self
As the greyness of the gloomy consumes the sky, my mind is in a state of sentimentality. Although I’m not too fond of gloomy days, I find it rather relaxing. I’m in a state of peace. And for me this is a rarity.
For some reason, when the sky is gloomy, I feel to need to reflect and pond on life. And this got me thinking of today’s post - a letter to my future self (which will be read 2 years from now). Filled with things I’ve learned from the past which I hope would be of some relevance to yours x
Dear Future Andrea,
Hi 20 year old Andrea, how are you? what’s crackalakin’? And for the sake of giving a sense of hope to 18 year old Andrea, have you grown taller?
Where the hell are you? And what are you doing with your life?
Let’s hope you at least have a part-time job, get your 120 hours done and pray to God that S Club 7 is playing in the background.
Knowing me, as you’re reading this, you’ll probably be concerned about something - did you experience more dog chasings? trip in public again? or was it yet another awkward social encounter? But excuse that concern for now as you’re a legendary being therefore all attention should be focused on yours truly.
Knowing me, social interaction can sometimes scare you just as much as the Grinch does and knowing you, you’ll do what you can to conjure on to interact and I applaud you for that. I hope you become better at speaking to people, from past Andrea here’s some tips in case you’ve forgotten - don’t overthink things, just be you and crack a joke every now and then to break the ice.
You’re probably concerned about the future as this has always been something that intrigues yet scares you. I hope you continue to aim for your dreams whatever they may be and to be frank, I really don’t think you should worry about the future. You can’t change what fragment of time you’re in, but you should savour the present as it’s only present once.
Your social introversion has definitely peaked over these years and who knows what your social life will be in two years. From me past me, the chances of you being a social butterfly is as slim as you winning the lotto (but srs, did you win the lotto? you can tell me, I won’t tell anyone...). People may want you to hit da clubz, drink religiously or participate in some other youthful social gathering. If you don’t want to then that’s okay. Your liver will love you, you bank account will be a happy camper and so what if you’d rather watch Love Actually than get smashed. Be you hunnay. But of course, if you somehow become some outrageous party animal than that’s fine - 18 yr old Andrea won’t shake her head disapprovingly…
Your friendship circle has always been small but I hope you’re still talking to your closest friends as they are remarkably spectacular and put up with your weirdness. I hope you’ve made some new friends too with their own story to share. And I hope they’re funny and make you laugh hysterically.
I won’t know the sentimental memories that are going to happen but I hope there’s a barrel full of them. Hope you’ve learned from your mistakes and if you have another eyeball to eyeball encounter, try not to shrivel up in an unruly mess this time.
But most of all, I hope that you’re happy, loving life and please, for the sake of humanity aren’t scarring the world with your unsightly mullet layerings.
- Love From,
18 year old mullet-layered Andrea x