A letter to my 31-year-old self

Holy crap. Right now, 31 sounds absolutely ancient. 31 to me, means a house and kids. It means having a dining room and dining furniture. No more wiping my nose on my sleeve. Knowing what to do in any given situation. I’m dying to know: are you there yet?

You have no idea how much I want to know where I (you?) are (will be?). I’ve just graduated. I’m working full-time, and am at a bit of a crossroads in regards to a concrete plan. Who are you, and who have you become? Have you gone into PR? Work freelance or from home? Do you even still work in the media industry? Because right now, you might remember, I’m working some slightly odd hours but getting invaluable experience. I’m still in the awkward position of doing some duties beyond my job title, but that’s where I want to be, and I figure if I prove myself, I can earn that position. It’s those days when I have to step up that I love the work, because there really is nothing worse than having too little to do.

Have you done the travelling you wanted to do? Seen Europe, the US, the UK? Maybe even some of Asia? Have you dared to take chances…can you proudly say you have no regrets?

Are you remembering to give to others? To tell the people you love what they mean to you? To make the effort to keep in touch with old friends, with family? Because when it comes down to it, it’s people that matter more than anything else. What is life, without others to share with it? I hope your nieces and nephews have grown up to be strong, kind and intelligent, and comfortable in their own skin. I hope that by now you have no self-doubts.

Oh, and before I forget, are you engaged? married? Did T manage to buy you a ring? Are we on track to buy a house, and towards a six figure net worth? Curious minds want to know! I’m especially dying to find out where he ended up careerwise.

I bet you still find social situations painful, but I hope you’ve learned to fake it. I’ve always believed that we only get given what we can handle in life. Remember that, even as every new challenge pushes you to breaking point.

What about hobbies; do you still read, blog, play tennis, guitar, take photos, attempt to bake? Still eat as much as you want without worrying about weight? Oh, I hope so. Nonetheless, I hope you’re eating better and getting more fresh food into you. And I hope you’re still trying to keep fit, because right now, I’m actually at the point of ENJOYING exercise – so keep it up.

I’m excited to grow into you. I won’t lie, I’m not in rush to meet you in 10 years – that’s a long way to go. Here’s to ticking off the boxes in the meantime.

(Here’s to the others who participated in this latest meme).

3 thoughts on “A letter to my 31-year-old self

  • Reply Serendipity March 28, 2010 at 15:47

    I loved this. I would even like to meet my 26 yr old self and see how shes doing.

    p.s your gonna get there and it’s gonna be a great ride.

  • Reply Amber from Girl with the Red Hair March 28, 2010 at 16:09

    LOVE this!! I really do wonder what my 31-year-old self will be up to. Hmmmm…..

  • Reply Aspiring Minimalist March 29, 2010 at 02:48

    I’ve seen this going around – writing a letter to yourself in 10 years. I’m a bit behind the bandwagon, but I’m working on mine, too!

    PS. You’ll do great! And I’m sure your 31 year old self would be really proud of you 🙂

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