Dear Future Me,
I hope you’re doing well. I hope you’re happy and your dreams are coming true. How’s our kitten? Does she still like you? It would be cool someday, years down the road, if you found this in your long list of posts. I like to think you’ll smile. Maybe a tear gets in your eye? Because when you read this, you’ll whisper “don’t worry. It’s better than you think,” like I could somehow hear you. I hope the tears are all worth it and you beat back the doubt. That you’re confident and strong, independent and as creative as ever.
Future me, I hope this takes you back. Back to one hundred thousands words and a letter that brought a twist. I hope you think of that dreamer that we…well, put through the wringer. I hope we figured out his story and got it on the page. All the trials and dangers and adventures he faced. I hope we made it epic and that it matches his end. How that dreamer got back up again.
I hope you’re not afraid to put your heart on the page. That you haven’t grown bitter and you keep getting up again. I hope you have the courage to make our dreams come true. I know it’s a lot to ask from you.
But, you know what? I hope some things don’t change. I hope you still look to the sky for hope in its colors. Find heart shaped clouds and your old friend. I hope you still find the magic in the tiny things like pretending with automatic doors and the way embers dance and sing. I hope you filled out that book of your imagination and we can use it like we’ve always dreamed. There’s so much to dream and so much to wonder. Future me, I hope it’s an adventure.
I think I’ll sign off like our little dreamer. He wrote out of arrogance, but I’ll write out of hope.
Signed, a future author,
Nikki Diekemper
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