Dear Older Me,
Hey there.
I am writing this while I am sixteen, halfway through high school. When you read this, you will be eighteen, a woman, on your own. I don't have much to say, just to give you my hopes for the future.
I hope that when you read this, you still want to write that book I keep rambling about to our family.
I hope you still are planning on teaching high school English and literature.
I hope you've remembered to put God first in your life... Which is something I still need to improve upon.
I hope you've been able to open yourself up to others without worrying about if the people you open up to will hurt you. Worrying about that will destroy you. Trust me.
I hope you realized that you don't know everything.
I hope you've been able to open your bedroom door at midnight to use the bathroom without standing and clutching the doorknob for ten minutes hyperventilating because you're worrying if a demon's gonna pop out and possess you.
I hope you still want to have something to do with the family, and that you made amends with the girls.
This might be a lot to ask, but I'm sure that by the time you read this, you'll be a different person than I. More responsible, more mature, more willing to find joy in life. Not everything and everyone is out to get you.
Sincerely,
Hope (from two years ago)
P. S.
One more thing: I hope you've stopped picking your stupid nails!