I went to bed earlier than usual last night. Kiddo starts school the day after Labor Day. I’m trying to get used to his school schedule routine, a routine that works better for me as well if I’m being honest with myself. That said, I’ve already tackled a tote of miscellaneous clutter, more like a time capsule, early this morning. I found six old journals, one of which had letters from 26-year-old me addressed to future me. That one was an eye-opener! Twenty-six-year-old me wasn’t as naive as I would have thought she’d be. She still had goals and plans for her future. I’ll have to peruse these journals later. I’m curious. These journals are from a chapter of my life that’s become hazy with time.
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JULI HOFFMAN 
Oh fun! What a great find!
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Thanks! 🙂
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That’s interesting! It would be strange to look back and see where I was at that age.
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I wish I’d done it consciously, as in I wish could remember writing this for me, addressed to me. LOL I barely recognized the journal as mine, it’s been that long! I think I was afraid that I’d forget how it felt to live in that moment. I was planning my wedding and everything was so chaotic. I’m glad I took the time back then to write out my thoughts and feelings.
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