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Letters to Self

A 20-Something’s Resolutions

by Megan on December 2, 2009

My birthday was yesterday, and unlike most people who set resolutions at the start of a new year, I like to set resolutions at the start of MY new year. Plus, Ashley did this post on goals, and it just made me think. Not only that, but I’ve been doing a lot of thinking lately (about careers and “me time” mostly–which I’ll be writing about once I can get it into words), and I have some ideas for this year of my life.

Eat cleaner foods. Honestly, I’ve realized this is all about time management. It’s easy to eat healthy. However, it’s so much easier to just grab the usual at the grocery store or take a quick trip to the drive-thru. No more of that. From now on, I want to plan out my meals in advance and actually make grocery lists … making sure that the foods Husband and I eat are clean.

Stop biting my nails. (Stole this one from Ashley.) It’s true: I’m a nail biter. Husband hates it, but it’s a nervous habit. I looked at my nails yesterday, though, and they really don’t look pretty. Plus, it’s an unhealthy, disgusting habit to have. So, breaking that one. I hope.

Yoga. Um, yes. Husband bought me some yoga gear last Christmas, and I’ve yet to really use it. I want to spend some time with myself, though, just being. I think yoga will help that.

Figure out what I believe in. I don’t discuss my beliefs here, but I have them. I think. I don’t spend a lot of time thinking about it, but I want to. I want to become more grounded in my spirituality and really figure out what/who I believe in.

Find optimism in everything. I was once a very optimistic person, but I’ve slacked up. I want to continue finding optimism in everything, even if there doesn’t seem to be a bright side.

Maintain a happy, healthy marriage. Husband and I are happy. Every day, we learn something new about each other, and rather than terrify us, it keeps us growing together. We’ve only been married for nearly a year and a half, but I’m so looking forward to spending the rest of my life with him, as cliche as it sounds.

Figure out my purpose. Okay, so I’m not expecting this to happen in a year … But I want to put myself on the path to figuring out what my purpose in life is.

Become more clearly myself. Each day, I am one step closer to becoming “more clearly myself.” I spend so much time being what the world wants me to be without really looking within … But I’m ready for the journey to find out who I am.

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Letters

by Megan on April 6, 2009

Twitter:

Although the Fail Whale is wonderfully illustrated and somewhat fun to see every once in a while, I’m getting slightly annoyed by it. I’ve refreshed the page probably about ten times, and FW continues to grace my screen with its presence. Fix this, thanks.

-@somewhatvoluble

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Weather:

I’m just going to be blunt: you’re really annoying. I’m not sure that I’ve done anything in the past to hurt your feelings, so why are you being so moody? Saturday, it was sunny and seventy; yesterday, you showed signs of rain, but it was still warm; today, it is cold out, and you are threatening to snow tomorrow. I’m not happy with this. I was so ready to pack up the winter clothing and ride my new bike, but it looks like I may have to wait another week. Maybe we can be friends again in the future, but right now? I’m not happy with you at all.

From,
A girl looking forward to spring

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Dearest Husband,

Please finish the basement soon, so I can walk around in my pajamas on Saturday.

Love,
Your Patient Wife

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Hey, Uterus…

You suck. Thanks for the cramps. Not.

-You Know Who

P.S. My husband doesn’t appreciate you.

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Dear readers:

Look out for another contest on my blog later in the week. It’s a good one, and if you love to write, I’m sure you’ll enjoy the gift!

-Someone who LOVES giveaways

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Dear Ten-Year-Old Self:

by Megan on March 14, 2009

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There is a writing prompt up at Twenty-Something Writers that I decided to do. Not only could I win a $25 gift card to Barnes & Noble bookstore, but I get to write a letter to my younger self. I always find these fun & entertaining. For the prompt, I’ve decided to go back ten years and write a letter to my ten-year-old self.

Dear Self:

You are now ten-years-old; the double digits, I know you’re proud. I have a lot to tell you, so let me just jump right in.

For starters, you may hate those freckles now, but you’ll grow into them. Just know that if you put lemon juice on your face and stand in the sun, they will not disappear. I promise. Nothing is going to get rid of them, but they will fade with age. By that point, though, you’ll love them and so will everyone else. You won’t even notice them when you look in the mirror; they will be a part of you. And so will your cute little nose that you think is so huge.

You’re not going to get much taller; get used to this now. You’ll stop growing in the seventh grade at 5’1″, but people will love you for your height. Also, you are NOT fat. Stop listening to your cousins when they say you are.

A lot of things are going to happen in your life. For starters, you’re going to move out-of-state. At first, you may hate it, but I promise, it will become your home. You will want to live there and nowhere else. You will make some of the best friends, and your granny will be right: you will meet your husband there–though it won’t be the person you think it is, at first.

A few years after moving out-of-state, something major will happen in your life. It will probably be one of the hardest things you have to go through, but I promise, you WILL get through it. You won’t be completely alone; you will find your true self; you will grow. And one day? You’ll look back at it with memories of fondness, rather than the sadness you will be overcome with throughout it all.

I know your little sister is annoying now, but she’ll be your best friend someday. And your little brother will become just as annoying, but by the time you move out, he will be a best friend as well. You will love them as if they were your own children, though I know that’s hard to believe now.

You will fall in “love.” You will have a broken heart a time or two. Don’t let it bring you down. I promise, you’ll be happy in the end. You know that curly-haired boy you’re always imagining that couldn’t possibly exist? Well, he does exist, and he will be yours. Someday. Be patient. I know, I know. Patient, what?! I mean it, though.

I know you probably want me to tell you what to do to change everything so you won’t have to go through all of the sadness, BUT I won’t. You will like who you are when you are me, and changing anything will change everything. You will have no regrets, though. You’ll be happy. Everything will end up okay. Remember that.

Love,
Your Twenty-Year-Old Self

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