Letter to Self

What will I do with my one wild and precious life?

Dear Self,

       If you reading this, you better have worked on at least some of this by now. And if you haven’t what the heck are you waiting for?! Time only flows one way and its sad to say it will have an end for you. So just as a reminder here are the things you said you’d like to do and things you said you wanted to work for; You said you would finish school after your best attempt and find the one thing you were meant to do. You said you would publish a book, teach a class, and write a poem that someone wants to read out loud to others. To tell a story that someone remembers and that has some important meaning to them. To sing one song at karaoke, to feel fully satisfied, fully sated, to see as much of the world as you can afford. You would learn to paint and learn to dance enough to where people don’t laugh. You wanted to paraglide and not die and have dreams that mattered. You wanted to teach a class. You said you never wanted to give up or give in or accept defeat in anything, especially yourself. You wanted to live long enough to see the world change for the better and if it would not then you wanted to find peace and acceptance of what it had become. You wanted to die painlessly and before you knew it was happening and when it did for that to matter too. You wanted to be able to accept your own inadequacies and to be proud of your strengths and to appreciate those of others around you. You would find a “real” treasure and have created your own and never to have given up on that rainbow. Gotten what you needed and lessened what you wanted, to only take a piece of that cake you had earned. Followed your heart in everything and never close your mind and opened your senses to every possibility and experience. Find love if ever you’re able.

                                         Best wishes and hopefully a good kick in the butt! Me