Letters to My Future Self

  Dear Me,   I hope this letter finds you in a moment of reflection and self-discovery. I see you, the rebellious teenager within, expressing your frustration and longing for something more. It's okay to feel disappointed; life has its way of throwing curveballs that make us question our choices and circumstances.   But here's the beautiful truth: you are not alone. You have yourself, and that is a powerful force. I can feel the intensity of your emotions, and I want you to know that it's okay to embrace them. It's okay to question, to feel the weight of solitude, and to acknowledge that waiting for external validation can be draining.   Yet, in the midst of this introspection, I sense a spark—a rebellious energy that refuses to succumb to the status quo. I love that part of you, the one that says, "F this, I'm going to show the world who I really am." That spirit is a beacon of strength and resilience.   It's heartwarming to witness yo

  Dear Me,   Today's reflections have unveiled a profound truth about the intricate dance of your life—an unrelenting pursuit, a relentless chase, not of drugs, but of accomplishment and external approval. The pages of your journal have spilled with raw emotions, and I can feel the weight of your longing for validation.   You've been a master at setting and conquering goals, a relentless force in the pursuit of success. Yet, in the wake of each triumph, the elation fades swiftly, leaving you unfulfilled. The missing piece of the puzzle, it seems, has been within you all along—an insatiable craving for self-approval.   Your honesty is striking as you admit to the constant search for external validation, the stress and exhaustion of the unending chase. "I needed to face myself; I needed to accept myself," you declare, a realization echoing with the raw vulnerability of self-discovery.   The external nods of approval have been the fleeting highs, the temp

  Hello Gorgeous   Today's reflection delves into the profound revelation that whispers to us when we are ready to listen, a gentle call from the depths of our being that says, "It's time." As I pen down these words, I'm reminded of a journal entry that resonated deeply with the essence of this awakening:   "A part of your calling, of your purpose, is beginning to tell you that you're ready. You couldn't focus on your gifts before because you were too busy trying to stabilize the ship. Rightfully so. There's been a ton of noise and confusion in your life, but now… Balance is being offered to you. Making room for the greater good of what was always meant to be of you. Embrace your strengths, create something beautiful from your flaws."   These words spoke volumes to me, echoing the truth I had been living. For so long, I put aside my desires, my purpose, because survival was the anthem of my days. The cacophony of responsibilities drow

  Good Morning Gorgeous.   Today, my heart spills over with love for you. As I reflect on the journey we're undertaking, I find myself enveloped in gratitude for the person we are becoming. It's a breathtaking realization to look at you and truly comprehend the depths of our being. This voyage of self-healing and self-discovery is nothing short of extraordinary.   As a healer, someone who has delved into the intricate tapestry of human behavior, I finally turned the gift of understanding onto myself. Growing up amidst profound trauma, I discovered that I had constructed rooms within myself – sanctuaries that offered escape and a sense of safety. In an attempt to shield myself from the tumultuous emotions of my reality, I learned the art of flight, soaring above the depths of what unfolded around me. It became a survival mechanism, a means to avoid truly feeling.   I became adept at not experiencing the world around me, a skill that turned me into a walking zombie. L

  Hey Me,   What a wild ride, right? From the days of wondering where the next meal would come from to slinging pizzas like we were on a secret mission to carb-load the world – life's been nothing short of a rollercoaster.   Remember the struggles? Amidst it all, you made a pact with yourself. A promise to rise above the chaos and embrace that entrepreneurial spirit that's been our ride-or-die ever since.   Those pizza-selling escapades were the bomb! The hustle, the thrill, the cash – and let's not forget the fashion show we unintentionally hosted on those hotel floors. Cute outfits and wads of cash – our unofficial currency.   But oh boy, that incident that made us rethink our pizza empire dreams – talk about a plot twist! It didn't crush us; it just threw us a curveball. And you know us, we can dance our way around anything.   And hey, remember when we dreamt of being a hotshot lawyer with a law firm to rival the cast of Suits? Life chuckled and t