The Listing it up!
Write a letter to yourself in the past.
Dearest Young Buckaroo…
I ain’t mad. I ain’t mad that you managed to eat your way into oblivion. I ain’t mad that you sat your butt on a couch cushion and felt sorry for yourself 85% of the time. I ain’t mad that you hoarded cookies and cakes and candies in your closet and then lied about ever eating them. I ain’t mad.
I forgive you for making bad decisions 95.934% of the time. I forgive you for wasting your life away for the first 30 years of it. I forgive you because you dealt the best way you knew how at the time. You came into this life with no knowledge or past experience. If you had it to do all over again knowing what you know now, would you have done it differently? Goodness yes… and then Barney Fife would win the Nobel Peace Prize. But this life is a learning experience. You take what was given you and you mold it into a little ball that they call wisdom… and as you go through life that ball gets bigger and bigger and bigger until it’s so big that you can’t possibly contain it in this life anymore… so you move on to the next life… the eternities… where you use that gained knowledge to help others.
So, I ain’t mad. I’m mostly proud… proud that you are trying to become a better person… and not just saying that, but proving it with your actions and your thoughts… and the inner most desires of your heart. It’s all there… I can feel that ball a growing. Take it and run with it… the world is at your feet.
Love and Bouncy Balls,
Whitney of the Present!
Question of the Day: What do you want to tell your past self?