For the third year in a row, I’ve decided to try my hand at NaBloPoMo. It just wouldn’t feel like November without the added pressure to come up with something to write every day for thirty days. Today’s post was inspired by a prompt I found on The Daily Post. Part one can be found here.
Dear Fifty-Year-Old Kristine,
It’s hard to know what to say to someone who doesn’t exist. Hopefully you will in twenty years but for the time being you are just a haze in my imagination. I don’t know you at all, though you probably know me better than I know myself.
There are a lot of questions I wish I could ask. Do I still live in Halifax? Where do I work? Do I ever actually marry my PH? How many dogs do I have? Have I achieved any of my goals? Considering I don’t really have any goals for the future, at least no concrete ones, this is a difficult question to answer. Maybe we should stick to more pressing concerns like whether or not I ever get up the courage to cut my hair. Or if I ever find that perfect pair of jeans. Does Shiva ever earn a title? Do I ever adopt a goat?
I guess I don’t really want to know anyway. Knowing the future, even if it’s fantastic, would probably do very little for my motivation. As you know, I can be pretty dang lazy.
I hope you don’t hold that against me. No doubt there are many things you wish you had done when you were younger. Please don’t regret too much. I am trying. Honest! It’s just so hard sometimes. Maybe I let myself go a too much, perhaps I get a little complacent but I am doing the best I can. I hope you remember that and are forgiving as you look back on this period of your life.
No, I am not perfect. Neither are you. This is totally okay. I hope you are more aware of this than I am. I hope you have overcome a lot of my inhibitions and are more comfortable with who you are. I especially hope you have gotten over all my body-related issues. That would be nice.
Don’t roll your eyes at me. I know when I am you I will wish I had the body of me. Isn’t that how it always goes?
Twenty years is a long time and yet I know it will pass faster than I’d like it to. I am sure nothing is the same for you. When I think of twenty years in the past, when I was ten years old, I can’t help but think about how much the world and my life has changed since then. Man, I am grateful I am not ten anymore. Are you grateful you aren’t thirty?
I bet you miss Shiva like crazy. I’m taking care of her, so don’t worry. We’ll make some good memories for you.
For the most part, I just hope you are happy enough. You are much smarter than I am so you don’t need to hear any advice from me. Just know that I am sorry for anything I don’t do that you wish I would have. I wish I would have too.
Also? No matter what has happened or where you are, know that I am proud of you.
Your old chum,