While scrolling through Twitter yesterday, I noticed that Helene is hosting a Blog Every Day In October linkup. Today's prompt is to write a letter to yourself in ten years, and I originally planned to get really deep and philosophical about it. (I even rifled through my bookcase for my copy of À la recherche du temps perdu from college. It wasn't there, for which we can all be grateful.) It's possible I was overthinking my post, because I found myself at a total loss when I sat down to actually write the letter.
After all, who knows where I'll be in ten years? I'm actually not so different now from who I thought a decade ago I might be at 28, but becoming that person mostly stemmed from choices I alone made. The next ten years will be full of decisions that Jon and I arrive at together, and we haven't yet delved into the specifics of a lot of where and who we want to be when. I mean, we're on the same page in an abstract sense, but we don't have a clear two - or five- or ten-year plan. (Jon, to be honest, isn't big on that sort of thing. I am. This is going to be fun.) So what can I tell myself in ten years, knowing only that I'll be where I am with Jon alongside me?
The Beatles usually help in these sorts of situations: