Don't Forget Me

I used to think so much about the future. Back when I was younger, imagining what I could be someday always make me giddy. I mean, how hard can it be? The future is always something to look forward to. It's always exciting. Until of course you grow up.

This may be a little embarrassing but considering my forgetful nature, I'm going to take this opportunity to remind myself in the future that once upon a time, there was a version of me that wasn't so jaded. 

Dear Maris,

In five years, you'll be be fine. You're going to be just as happy or maybe even more. Your love for corny jokes shall remain for life and maybe...just maybe you will be a meme queen or a rapper just like you've always dreamed of (secretly, of course).

Five year, I believe, is enough time for to maybe figure out some if not everything. Maybe...just maybe, you'll stop asking 'what the f@#k?!" n times a day. Or maybe it will be down to a minimum.

Regardless, whatever happens, whether that's 5 years or 10 years or 20 years, you'll be fine. You'll survive. You'll be just as happy. Or maybe even more. Because you deserve it.

Good luck!

PS. Hopefully you win the lottery so you can finally start your own animal shelter.

Perpetually asking what the f!@k is happening,

Old Self