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December 21 – Future Self

by admin on 12/20/2010 in Prompts

December 21 – Future Self.

Imagine yourself five years from now. What advice would you give your current self for the year ahead?

Hey Kiddo,

I know that you don’t normally spend a lot of time thinking ahead; so, I’m here to snap you to attention.  Yeah, I know.  You like to be surprised.  Uh, huh.  How’s that workin’ out for you?

You’ve got quite the road ahead of you.  The one you’ve just finished, all in all, not so bad.  But, just you wait.  Those kids of yours…wow.  They’re right on the brink of figuring some stuff out.  When that happens, I’m thinking it’s a good thing you’ve started going to the gym, and that blood pressure of yours is under control.  Isabel is t-h-i-s close to discovering just how beautiful she really is.  All of those changes in the past year have freaked her out pretty good.  But like you, she’s be better older.

That whole eye roll thing?  I’d love to say that there’s a cure for it, other than actually growing out of it.  Unfortunately, they really do have to grow out of it.  No, you can’t smack ’em out of it.  That just makes things harder and she’s got a mouth, that one.  Much like her mother.

Ben…wait ’til you get a load of that kid!  Good thing you look good in blue, ’cause you’ll be wearing a lot of it.  Signing him up for football has made a world of difference in him.  He’s a leader now…not a follower.  Just remember that even though some things come easier to him, he’s going to have to figure some stuff out for himself, too.  As much as you’d like to protect your baby, he’s going to have to get the snot knocked out of him a time or two without his mommy stepping in.

The World Bathroom Tour continues, though.  I’m sorry to say that both of your children still find a reason to visit the bathroom in every restaurant, grocery store, mall, gas station and sporting event you attend.  In any event, all of that nagging to “WASH YOUR HANDS!” has paid off.  They’ve both become liquid soap connoisseurs.

As for Dave, this is where I need to give you a bit of a smack-down.  You two have been together a long time.  Things are pretty comfortable.  Just don’t take him for granted.  He’s a good guy, and he loves you.  Make sure you tell him once in a while.  That tongue of yours can be pretty sharp.  And remember…he keeps a journal.  Unless you burn the evidence, that crap can be held against you in a court of law!

Work keeps you busy, but it’s nice to see that you’re learning that you are not your job.  It’s what you do, not who you are.  Nobody really says that they want to be an insurance broker when they grow up; and, anyway, remember that you got into this so that you could help people.  Not to give too much away, but you’ll have plenty of chances to make a difference in people’s lives.  Helping to get organ transplants approved and getting claims paid is not for everyone.  You’re good at it, and it’s certainly better than fighting with people over what they did or didn’t take out of the minibar, or how many “adult selection” movies they actually watched.

Renew your gym membership.  I’m happy to say that it’s paying off in lots of ways.  Best money you’ve spent, frankly. 

And this blog thing?  Keep it up.  Who cares if nobody reads it.  It’s nice to see you actually commit to something and put some ideas down in one place.  It’s definitely helping with the sleeping.  Getting things out of your head really calms the waters, and life is better for everyone around you.

Most importantly, look around once in a while.  Let new people, new ideas, new experiences happen to you.  You’ll be amazed at the friends you find out there in the great, wide world.  Laugh.  A lot.  That goofy guffaw that you let loose with makes others smile, too.  Find the funny, and enjoy it. 

You’re doing okay, kid.  I wouldn’t say it unless it were true.



(Bonus: Write a note to yourself 10 years ago. What would you tell your younger self?) (Author: Jenny Blake)

Dear Brandee,

Wow, are you in for it.  There are some really big changes on the horizon for you.  I know I’m not supposed to break the rules & tell you your future, but I can see how you & Dave are struggling.  Hang tight.  Change is coming.

You’re not always going to live in teeny little apartments.  The kids are going to have their own rooms and a yard to play in.  In just a couple of months, faster than you’d ever imagine possible, you & Dave are going to find yourself packing up & moving into your own house.

Believe it or not, you’re going to have not one, but two dogs.  Those cats won’t live forever.  A L-O-N-G time, but not forever.  The couch, however, won’t make it more than another year.  That sucker has GOT to go.

You might rethink the color you paint the living room, too.  I know you like blue, but really…too much.

You’re just about due for a career change.  Ten years is a good run, but I think we both know that if you want to get ahead in the hotel industry, you’ll have to move.  Hyatt, after all, stands for “Have your ass there tomorrow!”  If you really want to live someplace exotic, like Cleveland, by all means, stay put.  But, you’re not making any money.  Imagine…you’re going to have the opportunity to almost triple your salary & become a recognized leader in a totally new field.

Finally, let’s talk about these headaches you’re getting.  Once a month, every month since you were twelve, for three days at a time, is just ridiculous.  Get to a doctor.  And not that quack that said he didn’t believe in migraines.  There are doctors that will listen to you, and help you figure out how to put an end to this misery.  I promise you.  There’s a way to resolve this, and you will swear that you’ve been reborn.  It’s that much of a miracle.  Beside, you didn’t buy stock in Advil or Tylenol.  Quit supporting them. 

And guess what?  You’re going to be happy.  Oh, sure, it’s not all sunshine & roses, but it’s not bad. 

Now, to get all of this, you just have to take a chance, grown the hell up and act like you belong at the adult’s table.  That’s not too much to ask, is it?

You can do it…I’ve got faith in you, kid.