I’ve seen people write letters to their future selves in movies and always thought about how awkward it would be to read it back in 10 years time. Which is exactly why I never had a diary when I was younger, that and I never had anything to write about. However, now I feel like it could possibly be really interesting and nostalgic. I’ve been noticing a lot recently how quickly life moves and changes without you paying too much attention. I guess it’s just called growing up, but it’s been scaring me a lot lately. So I thought I’d put this out there, more for me to read when I’m 33 and hopefully married with kids but also for you to take a nose and maybe write one for yourself.
Dear future self,
As I type this I’m 23, which means you’re 33, I’ve only recently become bothered by my age and how fast it’s inclining, I really hope you’ve found peace with age. I’ve just started my new job as a Visual Merchandiser and by just started, I mean it’s literally my first week. I’ve worked on the shop floor for over 5 years so it’s weird to go from being customer satisfaction focused to more creatively minded. I prefer the latter, but you know that. It’s pretty overwhelming too because on the shop floor I was the most qualified one there, I knew exactly what I was doing. Here, is the complete opposite. I know very, very little. I guess that’s what starting a new job is all about, learning something new and stepping out of your comfort zone. But I wouldn’t know because I don’t remember feeling like this when I started working for this company when I was 17.
Speaking of not remembering, are you still forgetful? It’s been really bothering me lately how ridiculously forgetful I am. I shouldn’t beat myself up about it so much but I never used to be like this. I can lose my phone when it’s in my hand or forget something somebody told me just 2 minutes previous, like I wasn’t even listening. I know I was though, that’s the worst, being aware.
George and I are celebrating our 5 years together next weekend, we’re hopefully going to stay in some swanky hotel and pretend like we’re rich and famous for a couple days. That’s the life. Are you married yet? George always jokes about me proposing to him on a leap year but I really hope it doesn’t come to that!
It’s pretty scary that I’m a graduate with a full-time job, I still feel like a troubled 18-year-old heading in no direction in particular. I wrote my bucket list last week because I feel like life is moving too fast and I don’t want to miss out on anything. I’ve already ticked off a few but I hope you’ve made a good dent in the list by now. Knowing me, though, you’ll have doubled the size of it too so we won’t be any closer to finishing. Now, that is the life. Living for love and adventure.
See you in 10 years,