A Letter to Me

I have always wanted to write a letter to my younger self because you never know when time travel might come into play in our lives in the future and it would be insanely awesome if a younger version of myself got to read a letter of this that I conveniently send her. And I’ve already written one to my 30-year-old self. I can’t remember what I wrote so that’ll be interesting to read.

You’re probably asking yourself at this point, “Why are you doing this, Hope? What does this have to do with anything?” Well, I’ll tell you.

I turn 20 today. 20! As in, my teens are done. I will never ever be a teenager ever again. I never got called by Aslan to go to Narnia, I never got my letter from Hogwarts, I’m too old for Neverland, maybe Wonderland is still an option, but probably not. I haven’t really been looking forward to this day and I kind of wish an older version of myself would send me a letter telling me everything is going to be okay and giving me a few details into what my future holds. Like, do we finally adopt an Australia Shepherd and name him Merlin? Which career did we decide upon? Have we finally published a book? Are we happy?

But today, I write to 12-year-old me. Why 12? I feel like she needs a letter from me the most.

Hey Girl!

Now, don’t be too frightened by the return address of this letter. Yes, this letter is from you, but an older version of you, say eight years. Deep breath! This isn’t a dream. Time travel has been invented. I’m not lying. Though you’re probably going to be wanting some proof, or you’ll think this is a prank by one of your friends. So, here’s my proof: Caledonia. Are we good? Now, let’s move on.

You must have questions and I being you already know what you would ask.  Well, I have one word for you. Spoilers. And you will get that reference in a couple of years or so. I promise. But I should impart something on you at least.

Honestly, with this amazing opportunity I have to be able to reach you in the past, I could change several things that happen to me us. But when I really think about it, I don’t want anything to change. So, I’m not going to tell you anything that’s going to happened to you. I know you’ve made mistakes and you’re still going to make mistakes that will hurt you and cause you to be disappointed in yourself, but that’s okay because you will learn from those mistakes and some will help you to become stronger. Trust me, they will. And please try not to feel too bad or disappointed in yourself. No one is perfect.

Right now, you are drowning in a sea of words and I know you’re working hard to become better at reading. Don’t give up. For our sake, don’t. I promise you, all those classes with Melissa will pay off. Though, that’s a bit of a spoiler there as well. Oops.

Never stop working hard. NEVER. EVER. In everything you do, homework, special classes, work, and family/friendships, don’t give them up when it becomes too hard. Fight harder and even if you fail (when you fail) just pout about it for a minute, pick yourself up, and keep going.

You’re probably wondering how I’m doing, huh? Well, I’ll tell you and I’ll try to be vague. I’m happy. Truly. Though emotionally wrecked by all the fictional characters we fall in love with, but I’m happy 🙂 I’m working, I’m in community college taking art class (they’re super fun, btw!), I have an awesome close friend at the present who I love spending time with, and I’m writing.  

Hmm. What else? Now, I’m not sure how big of a difference this will make on your future and my present, but don’t give up on Caledonia. And please, PLEASE save each attempt in a special folder that is accessible for when you, say get a new laptop, and move everything over. (I can’t find them anywhere and it’s been bumming me out for years 😥 ).

The last thing I will impart to you is this. Never stop believing. Never stop hoping. Never give up. Never stop fighting. You truly are an amazing person, though you will disagree and deny it, but you are.

Take everything one day at a time, and when you feel overwhelmed by . . . stuff . . . just take a deep breath. Now, enjoy your life in junior high. And give Windy a pat for me:)

                                                                              ~ Hope

Now, I just have to wait for time travel to exist in this present life. But wow . . . 20. Two decades old. Not sure what sort of plans God has for me, but I know they will be awesome and hopefully a lot of fun. But I bid my teens farewell. It’s been fun, honestly, and I can’t wait to see what my 20’s bring.

6 thoughts on “A Letter to Me

  1. Happy birthday to you! It’s good to read you accept how things turned out and who you’ve become. It takes courage to be kind to yourself, (even if you’re talking to your 12 year old self). I hope you have/had a great day!

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  2. Happy belated birthday! This is such a neat idea. I’ve often thought about writing a letter to my older self, but I don’t think writing to my younger self ever crossed my mind. And while I’m one to talk (my fear of growing up caused floods of tears in my childhood), I’m sure you’ll love your 20s! I never liked the idea of being a teenager, but I really wouldn’t want to go back to the pre-teen years now that I know what it’s like. And I’m sure every stage of life is more or less like that. 🙂

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    1. Hope

      Thanks, Lucy! You should totally do it! I often think about the past and all the mistakes I made and sometimes just wish I could go back and change a few things, but honestly writing this, it made me feel better and helped me to look forward rather than back. And I hope I like my 20’s too:)


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