Yesterday I decided to read some past content that I wrote at the beginning of my writing journey. “Beginning” as in last year, so rid yourself of the images that this has been a long adventure. Like the Carpenters, we have only just begun.

The essay was written during a time where I felt the ground shaking beneath me with anticipation and a new chapter. Although I was not sure what the next chapter would be or bring, I knew I had to follow my heart to find it, so I wrote periodically to help out my brain on paper in hopes that it would aid me in identifying what in the hell I was meant to do in this world.

What I found fascinating was the last thing I wrote, which was this:

“Written at the beginning of this journey but meant for the end of the book: When I look back on this, it might not mean much to anyone else, but it will ultimately mean that I finally gave in to the urge, and hopefully it helps me understand that this is something I can pay attention to.”

Wow – how cool.

I was speechless when I read this last paragraph. Completely and utterly taken by surprise. I can officially be proud of Past Me, because I totally knew what was up, and I was pushing myself to come out of my shell and my hobbit-hole. Hell yes I will pay attention to my writing.

That is all I wanted to share today, in hopes that it will inspire you to write a letter to your Future Self on what you really want to do with your life. And then you can go back and read it when you did the damn thing, and you can be completely and utterly proud of yourself too.

Power on, my fearless friends. I am rooting for you.