Letter To My Future Self
To my future self,
I hope that time has been kind to you. I hope your high school experience was what you hoped it would be, and I hope you lived it up in college. I can’t sit here and say I know what growing up was like, because I don’t. I also can’t say that from what my parents have told me that it was easy. I know your plans in life were to go far, and reach for the stars and I have no doubt that you haven’t done that. I hope that where you are right now, is where you want to be, and if it isn’t, don’t give up, keep pushing. Remember you are the only person who can control your happiness.
Depending on what age you are reading this, hopefully you have a special boy in your heart, whether it be the ginger you spent your 8th, freshman, and sophomore years hung up on, or it be someone new. I hope they give you their best, and nothing less, because thats all you deserve. Hopefully you have the career you wanted, which sophomore year you were interested in pharmaceutical work, who knows where you have ended up, but hopefully you are more decisive than you were back then.
As a child, you had dreams of going big. You never would settle for ordinary. The first time you got a B+ on your report card in 4th grade you cried, because that was your first B+ ever. Those were the best times, yet you’ve probably experienced many more within the time frame you wrote this letter. You wanted to be a model at one point, and you used to love when dad painted your nails and dressed up with you and let you do his hair. You’d pout when you didn’t get your way, and to be honest, your parents still tell you how much of a pain in the butt you were, as a sophomore. From childhood dreams and goals, to dreams you had while growing up changed rather drastically. High school, shockingly, was more of a transition for you, then coming from a catholic school to a public school in 7th grade. Although you always gave school your all, and nothing less, high school counted.
I hope that time has been kind to you. I hope your high school experience was what you hoped it would be, and I hope you lived it up in college. I can’t sit here and say I know what growing up was like, because I don’t. I also can’t say that from what my parents have told me that it was easy. I know your plans in life were to go far, and reach for the stars and I have no doubt that you haven’t done that. I hope that where you are right now, is where you want to be, and if it isn’t, don’t give up, keep pushing. Remember you are the only person who can control your happiness.
Depending on what age you are reading this, hopefully you have a special boy in your heart, whether it be the ginger you spent your 8th, freshman, and sophomore years hung up on, or it be someone new. I hope they give you their best, and nothing less, because thats all you deserve. Hopefully you have the career you wanted, which sophomore year you were interested in pharmaceutical work, who knows where you have ended up, but hopefully you are more decisive than you were back then.
As a child, you had dreams of going big. You never would settle for ordinary. The first time you got a B+ on your report card in 4th grade you cried, because that was your first B+ ever. Those were the best times, yet you’ve probably experienced many more within the time frame you wrote this letter. You wanted to be a model at one point, and you used to love when dad painted your nails and dressed up with you and let you do his hair. You’d pout when you didn’t get your way, and to be honest, your parents still tell you how much of a pain in the butt you were, as a sophomore. From childhood dreams and goals, to dreams you had while growing up changed rather drastically. High school, shockingly, was more of a transition for you, then coming from a catholic school to a public school in 7th grade. Although you always gave school your all, and nothing less, high school counted.