Wednesday, February 22, 2012
To the "Me" of 5 years ago, and oh...say, 5 minutes ago,
Stop reworking things already submitted, wondering if your voice has value in a world where everyone is trying to be heard, or whether your life will make an impact at all.
Oh sure, you can stop and ponder these things, there's value and discernment in doing so; but when those voices, those questions stop you from doing what you love, or "being" without hesitation? You know you've gone a hair too far.
See, I'm here in the future. In this moment called the "now". It's messy here, and not that large, and it's true, nothing does look exactly like we've planned.
But it's got all the things to sustain you, and that smallness of grandeur leaves you the right kind of full. - you've got laughter over shuffling cards, "I love you" over top the heads of the lives you've created, moments written down, and a passion for mankind felt deep. In one sweet hug that hits you across your knees and in one "My Mom is cool" sentence scratched, you will feel the wonderful weight of it all.
Your life. Your meaning. Your abundance.
So just sit back a little, enjoy your time. For who by worrying can add a single minute to their life? No, your worry will only waste them away.
You've got this.
Why? Because you're not left to make it matter alone. So stop being so damn dramatic and all encompassing. Allow others to come along side you. To love you. To carry you through. You'll do the same for them someday, you'll see. We'll do life together.
And when you get here to the present? Oh, you'll be amazed. You've come a long, long way in tiny life changing steps. Best part? You ain't close to being done.
What's that? Will you fail? Oh, darling...you bet. And some of it will hurt like hell. But that's the great thing about time. It always propels you forward. Through it. Past those hurts and into new dreams. New hope.
So just relax.
Pick up that baby, or that book, and always that pen. Sink into your chair and into these moments. Because these moments? Those are the one thing you don't get back.
the present day me
PS - oh- if you happen to run into the me of 5 years from now, or for that matter, 5 minutes from now? You may need to make sure she gets this letter, too. xoxo
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