Dear My Future Self


Not my future husband or my future love. My actual future. We all wonder where we will be in 5, 10,  or even 20 years. Who will we end up marrying. What are kids will look like. Will I still talk to the people I met in college or have the same friends that I do now.

I want my future self to know who she was when she was 21 years old and a senior in college. Maybe I’ll look back and laugh at how stupid I was when it came to men or how I cared way too much what people thought about me. Either way I want to look back at my life and remember as many details as possible. Maybe this letter to me future self with help with that. So here it goes.

Dear Future Self,

Here’s a little update on yourself when you were 21 years old. Maybe reading this will spark on fire inside of you that you forgot you had.

Your about to graduate college in 3.5 months and you’re pretty excited about your future endeavors. You want to travel around the world before you stay put in one city. You hope to teach english in a foreign country, but you know if this doesn’t work out that getting a steady job in Cleveland is okay too. However, you want to eventually move to New York City, LA, or Washington D.C.

You have the best friends in the world. First there is Megan who has been your best friend since 6th grade. You have lived with her for two years now and want to get your own house in Lakewood together next year (if the whole traveling around the world thing doesn’t work out). She’s literally the best thing in the world. She understands you more than you understand yourself. She’s been your shoulder to cry on and your crazy night out. She traveled the world with you and puts up with your moods swings and lets face it you put up with her bad moods as well. She’s the weirdest person you know next to yourself and at this point in your life I don’t know what you would do without her.

Then there is your roommate Abby who was at first just your random roommate when you moved in together junior year of college, but then she became so much more. She has accepted your outright weirdness and has become one of your best friends in such a short amount of time. She handles you when you’re drunk and don’t want to leave the bar and she has your back when a guy treats you poorly.

Next there is Amanda who you’ve known since fourth grade. You used to play Bratz together in her basement and would fight about who got what doll. You played softball together in high school and on the ride to school you guys would blast ‘Mean’ by Taylor Swift. She’s been your crazy haired best friend for as long as you can remember and she’s also crazy in general.

Last but not least is Sydney. You haven’t known her for that long, but she has become such an important part of your life. She has been your rock. She has motivated you more than anyone ever has before. She’s seen you at your worst and she helped you get over the heartbreak that you never thought you could. She’s the strongest person you know inside and out. You couldn’t be more happy that she walking into your life.

You’re obsessed with many things. One of these things is the show show How I Met Your Mother. You’ve watched it so many times you’ve lost count. You love how Ted is a hopeless romantic and you feel like you relate to him so much.You love the show because you want a story like this. You want the ultimate story of how you met the one. How many failed relationships eventually led you to him. That’s why you love the show so much.

You love candles so much that your roommates make fun of you for the amount of candles you have in your room. You’re obsessed with everything smelling good, but you’re room tells a different story. 99 percent of the time it looks like a bomb went off. You’re just not a very organized person. You also tend to lose a lot of stuff too. This may be because of how unorganized you are.

You love powerful women. Whether it’s Amy Poehler, Hilary Clinton, Mindy Kaling, Tina Fey, or Ellen DeGeneres. You look up to these women because how far they have made it in their careers. They are amazing to you. Amy Poehler is your favorite obviously. She has that sense of humor that you have. You secretly wish you could make it on SNL, because let’s face it you’re hilarious.

You have the hands down best family out there. They have supported you and stood by you at every turn. Dad works harder than anyone you know, but still gets up every morning to provide for everyone. They have sacrificed so much for you and you can’t wait to one day give back to them.

You love to write. That’s why you have this blog, but you also love writing down quotes that relate to you. You love to write down your life in your journal. Everything that happens to you goes in this journal and you would be so devastated if you lost it. You have a journal for when you travel too. This way you can remember every detail of every trip you ever take. You also LOVE to read. In order for you to go see a movie you have to read the book first. It only makes sense.

You’re obsessed with your study abroad trip. Anything that says something about traveling on it you have to buy it. You have a food tray, candles, coffee cups, and even hand soap that have travel stuff on it. You can’t wait to go back to Europe and you hope to do it after you graduate.

So to my future self..

I hope you remember all these small details about yourself.

I hope you never take these small details for granted.

I hope you put one foot in front of the other and move on when you get hurt.

I hope you never lose that sense of wonder. 

 I hope you don’t forget to appreciate the little things in life.

 I hope you love the work you do.

 I hope you don’t forget where you started.

 I hope you keep your sense of humor.

 I hope you continue living life to the fullest.

 I hope you remember that when one door closes another door opens.

 I hope you remember that everything happens for a reason.

I hope you remember that not everything will always work out the way you want it to.

I hope you end up where you are meant to be.

Love always your past self.


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