Dear future me,
As of July 8th, 2020 everything feels kinda sucky. Odds are, by the time you're reading this, Grandmas already dead. It's... not fun.
Present me wishes past me did more things with her. I'd like to show her my drawings, I only cared so much because of her. My arms are sore from working out, this exercise class is hell.
I'm hoping future me actually finds some motivation to write more. I feel like that'd be nice. I hope we got that job, I'm really looking forward to the results.
Do we become get the job at club? I hope we do. The speech I wrotes nice, I'm sure you'll deliver it awesomely.
How's AG? She means the world to present me, I hope that hasn't faded. Maybe you should give her a call or text, do something.
I hope you're not being to hard on yourself. I know we have a habit of doing that. Just take some time and breathe. You have work to do, and I know you can do it. I believe in you.
From,
July 8th, 2020 me
