A Letter to Myself at 26
Dear me, When I first wrote you at 20, I didn't realise how powerful an exercise this would be. I wrote you again at 23 and promised to write you still at 26. Reading both letters has gotten me emotional for more reasons than just the contents. I realise with sadness and embarrassment, how inefficient I have been at both keeping, and setting goals. My past letters have reminded me what energy and resolve I had then. Something I do not seem to possess anymore. Depression and frustration have taken such a strong hold of my life. Reading my past notes reminds me of a time I was happy and looked to the future with optimism. I'm a few months shy of 26 and type with a great deal of shame, that I slipped back into some of the vices I had successfully left behind when I was younger; I consume more alcohol now than I did before I first quit, I have more friends than one needs, a lot of whom are only present at the counter. Perhaps the most embarrassing thing though, is how I...