The second prompt for the eleventh week of the hive learners community program. Here it is.
You are to write a letter to yourself in the future, talk about the things you are going through and how you are working to make things easier in the future. What would you love to tell yourself five years from now?
Reading this topic today just made me laugh- well, not exactly- more like, smile. "Why?," you might ask.
This is because just yesterday, I almost had a panic attack over these things.
Where am I now? Where do I want to be in the near future? What are the things I have to do in order to achieve these goals? Exactly how do I effectively combine the multiple facets of my life and blend them into one cohesive endgame? These were the questions that throbbed my mind yesterday.
The result was that I ended up downloading a sticky notes app, and a to-do list app from Google play store. I've just had this inexplicable urge to get my life together recently.
A little back story. I have always been more of a go-with-the-flow kind of guy. I planned very little and didn't give much thought to a lot of things and actions. However, in the past few months, I have been watching a lot of videos of Jordan Peterson on YouTube. He's a Canadian clinical psychologist and TV personality. I recommend everyone checks him out. I also met someone a little over 3 months ago. And there is a part of me that wants to emulate them and be more gathered than I normally would be.
So, if I could write a letter to my future self 5 years from now, it would go something like this.
Dear Femi,
I sincerely hope time has been kind to you. If you ever get a chance to read this, know this this younger version of you is rooting for you, always.
I hope you still play the guitar. I hope you still enjoy good music. I hope ylou still write. I hope you've gotten better at writing. I hope the world now knows your music. I hope you ended up getting that MBBS degree. Despite all the hard times we faced courtesy of that college. I hope you held on. I hope you went on. I hope you didn't give up.
I hope you still swim. I know you wanted to compete in a lot more swimming competitions but couldn't due to a lot of reasons, majorly school. At least, tell me you still swim for the sake of exercise and the health benefits. You swore never to develop a pot belly, remember😅. Plus, who doesn't love a good swim for fun.
I hope you're a lot more organized and put together now. Less turbulent. I hope the light hasn't gone out of your eyes. I hope you still radiate joy wherever you go. Lord knows you've been through so much already in the past. I hope that stage is now in the rear view mirror, behind. From now on, I hope you experience only happy things. I hope the sun never ceases to shine on you🌞.
There's a bunch of details that have been skipped here and there. But summarily, I hope you live to have almost nothing to regret on your death bed.
Yours sincerely,
Femi.