The very first item on my ‘101 things to do in 1001 days’ is to write a letter to myself to open in 10 years. You sometimes see this in movies. Usually it’s a child that writes a letter to themselves to open when they are grown-up. And they always turn out to be so much different than the child-version of them wished for or thought they would be.
I had always been curious what I would have written when I was younger and felt that I could still do this now. I mean I’m still young, not child or teenage young, but definitely not old. I’m still finding my ways and place in the world and am only just figuring out what I (think) I want. So now was the time to write that letter.
I won’t tell you what I wrote, maybe in 10 years’ time. But I can show you a picture of the envelope it’s currently in. And I can tell you how strangely sentimental I got when writing it. It was strange to put my thoughts and wishes for myself onto paper and it made me ask some intense question to myself as well. Because what DO I really want for myself in the next 10 years?
I still don’t really have an answer to that but perhaps the me in ten years time will have a better idea.