There is no sugar-coating it. If your letter is digital, archive it or move it to a folder that you can find when it is time to read the letter. Never let anyone get in the way of your goals in life. Love, Me. Dear Future Me: a letter to myself 25 years from now. PS: Spoiler Alert! Everything … Dear 30-year-old Me, So it’s the year 2019. 260 Dear me, Before the new year starts, I want to talk to you about a few things so that you can start fresh once January 1 st, 2017 rolls around. An Open Letter To Myself Let's get real. Sometimes crying in the shower, sometimes snorting through our nose, but it’s always been you and me… More importantly, never give up on your passions and your dreams. Leave a reply “You are never too old to set another goal or to dream a new dream.” –C.S. When depression strikes and covers you in a black fog, your brain has a funny way of forgetting everything you know, so this letter is here to remind you of all the things you may forget. Seal it in an envelope or tape it closed. So before you drop this letter and begin to slowly walk backwards to the nearest exit with your mouth ajar; have a seat and please hear me out. Dear Me, Myself and I, I’m writing this letter to myself, to me, to you, in the hopes that you will read it on the day when depression rears its ugly head. I wonder what it is like then. Take a moment and go have yourself a proper personal day. I want you to know that life sucks sometimes. We’re one hundred percent connected in a way no one will–or could ever–understand. You don’t need anyone like that in your life. This will also help preserve the letter, especially if you don’t plan to read it for 10-20 years. That’s 3 years from now. Promise me, you will make the most of it all. And don’t—don’t you dare—feel guilty for taking the time for yourself. Letter to myself: Dear me Laura Kelly Dec 19, 2019 Dec 19, 2019; 0 {{featured_button_text}} Students in Laura Kelly's Writing for Media class composing a letter to themselves. I write this letter to you as your 27 year old self. We’ve been there, standing together. Dec 26, 2016. You took the year (and the next) and you have come farther physically and emotionally than I ever dreamed possible. Call your parents (if you’re lucky enough that they’re both still here). And more than that number on the scale, you are happy and healthy and joyful. “Dear Me” … A letter to myself as a 21 year old Firefighter. Create a meaningful life for yourself that you can be proud of. I’m sure you have many questions. I am essentially still you, only I am a little older and wiser. Go outside. Boston University. Don’t be tempted to read the letter before it is time. You’re not at your end goal, but you’re close! Seal the letter. This year has been a crazy one. Hello friend, Twenty-five years from now—if I am blessed to be here that long—I will be 68 years old. There is so much I need and want to tell you, yet so much more that I’m still learning as time goes by. Dear Me, I wish I could have written you this letter and actually sent it back in time. Do not waste your time on people who do not believe in you. I hope you don’t feel so scared of this transition though. I can scarcely begin to imagine how much our world will have changed by then. Dear Me, You and I go way back, to the beginning. Maybe that’s a message in itself ? Lewis. I feel like it’s gonna be a big milestone of your life, turning from the big 2 to the big 3, you know? Shilpa Prasad. Dear Future Self, Whatever you’re doing right now, stop.