Thursday, March 29, 2012
A letter to the future
Dear 40-year-old self,
I hope you've lightened up a bit. Knowing your stubborn ways, you're probably still out there correcting others' grammar and punctuation before you correct your own. If you are, put your Sharpie down for a minute and stop fixing street signs.
Enjoy life for the beauty in its imperfections. Stop and smell the roses. Read a newspaper without cringing at the sight of placeholder text that the editor forgot to remove. Ignore your friend's Facebook post littered with exclamation marks (Do people even use the Internet in 2027?).
If you're still in public relations, submit a hard-hitting political article to a national daily and get a brilliant editor to rip you a new one. You know, like the good old days.
I can't wait to see your face some day. You better have cute children.
Sincerely,
Your 25-year-old self
I hope you've lightened up a bit. Knowing your stubborn ways, you're probably still out there correcting others' grammar and punctuation before you correct your own. If you are, put your Sharpie down for a minute and stop fixing street signs.
Enjoy life for the beauty in its imperfections. Stop and smell the roses. Read a newspaper without cringing at the sight of placeholder text that the editor forgot to remove. Ignore your friend's Facebook post littered with exclamation marks (Do people even use the Internet in 2027?).
If you're still in public relations, submit a hard-hitting political article to a national daily and get a brilliant editor to rip you a new one. You know, like the good old days.
I can't wait to see your face some day. You better have cute children.
Sincerely,
Your 25-year-old self
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