Dear 37 year old me,
Hope you are well. I hope you are happy, and healthy.
I hope you have stopped going through your 'down phases' where nothing can pull you back up, because they are no fun. But seriously, I hope you finally figured out how to be positive, grateful and happy.
I hope you are not bored and unmotivated with life, as you seem to get sometimes. Life is so short! I hope you have figured out - really figured out - that it's for living.
I hope you have done something daring, or crazy, like skydiving, or something that you're afraid of, like a cruise.
I hope you are smiling, because KC loves your smile.
I hope your marriage is wonderful and amazing and happy. I know life isn't sunshine and rainbows all the time, and that relationships require work, and that life changes and people change, and all that jazz. All I want to say is I hope you are both happy, together.
I hope you have finally stopped worrying about your weight and how you think you look, and are just happy with the fact that your body is awesome and strong, and can do so much.
I hope you still enjoy curling up with a good book - reading has always been such a huge part of your life and I hope that never changes. Dare I say, I hope Pride & Prejudice is still your favourite book.
I hope you are patient, kind, graceful, and have finally stopped slouching.
I hope you remember you are beautiful, inside and out, and you have so much to offer the world. Don't ever forget it, and always be your wonderful self.
I hope you look back on your life, all of it, not just the part I haven't lived yet, and smile.
I wonder if you are still blogging? I wonder if you have kids, or more cats? I wonder where you are living, if you ever went back home. I wonder if you are still friends with the girls. I wonder, I wonder, I wonder.
Future me, I hope you love and respect yourself, and your life, your family and wonderful husband, and I hope you're happy. That's all I ever really wanted, anyway.