Today I’m linking up with Helene In Between’s Blogtober linkup! Today’s prompt is to write a letter to your future self….but I figured that my future self is hopefully going to be ten times cooler than my current self, so maybe she’d be more interesting to hear from. I hope she still likes Starbucks or we are not going to get along.
Hey there Tay,
Hope things are going well at Penn. It’s about midterm season, right? That sucks. I remember when midterms caused you a lot of stress…but you know what’s about ten times more stressful? Having a kid. Sorry younger Tay, but I just don’t have any sympathy right now.
If you’re looking ahead and wondering if things worked out, don’t worry. Life’s pretty great so far. You actually started going to the gym more than five times a semester during your senior year of college, so your irrational fear of having a child and then becoming morbidly obese and never being able to work off the weight and then getting left by your husband and ending up alone never happened. Like most of your irrational fears, actually. You have a lot of those.
You’re working for a non-profit consulting firm and you love your job. You’re not a millionaire yet, but you’re a multithousandaire, if that makes you feel any better. Not gonna lie, sometimes I can’t help but hate you a little. I’m currently paying off your student loans, so that you can take ridiculous party pictures like this:
If you weren’t so hopelessly predictable, I’d make a big deal about telling you who you ended up marrying. But let’s be real, I think we all know (hint: it wasn’t Zac Efron). You debated over like ten different wedding colors, but you had a coral wedding, like everyone knew you would. You tried to make every single woman you’ve ever met a bridesmaid, which led to Brandon having to ask every single person he’d ever met to be a groomsman. You regretted this later when you had to take wedding photos with a panhandler Brandon met in Philadelphia, who tried to steal your shoes.
Being married is pretty cool so far, besides the fact you married a liar who in fact DOES SNORE and actively denies it. I’m just going to spoil that one for you now. You can start saving up for a good pair of Bose noise-canceling earphones. Also, you still “starfish” when you sleep and completely hog up the queen-sized bed…I know you hoped you’d grow out of it. Sorry.
Other than those small hitches, you’re really happy. You still hold hands in public, mainly because you’re still extremely fall-prone, and you take trips together when you can. You still haven’t made it to Istanbul yet though, but you have made it to a Green Bay Packers game. Two of them, in fact. Are you surprised that that’s where your money goes? You did let him turn your basement into a man cave, but you said no to the Green Bay Packers kitchen decor.
Your sister and Brandon still pretend they dislike each other, though one time you saw them hug and were forced to swear you’d never tell anyone.
Your kid is pretty cute. You were really sad at first that you were having a boy, but then you just devoted your pregnancy months to buying adorable animal costumes for him in bulk. Your son is a ginger, which confused everyone…I guess it’s a recessive trait? But I think he has a soul. Still too young to make a judgement call there. Looks like he’s going to be tall though; I know, you wanted a short kid. At least he can reach things on high shelves for you when Brandon is at work. Think on the bright side.
Overall, life is great. I’d tell you more but I don’t want to ruin all the surprises. Just a few words of advice though: Stop stressing. Your future life is kind of awesome, so you can stop losing sleep over random things that will probably never happen. Enjoy the moments you have because life moves really quickly. I got a letter from 40-year-old Tay last week and she says that she misses college…and she wishes she’d attended more frat parties? I think older Tay is having a midlife crisis. But whatever. Keep studying hard and taking time to have fun. Oh, and could you use sunscreen a little more often? I’m getting age spots. Not cool.
Enjoy life and look forward to being me someday. I’m pretty awesome. And don’t worry, I’m still pretty sassy.