Something that I really wanted to do this year is to write a letter to myself. It’s something that I used to always do while I was in school. I’d write a letter to myself on the first day and then reread it on the last. It was always kinda cool to see where I was and what happened in between. Since this year is so different (coming off the nightmare that was last year), I wanted to do it again. I’m a bit delayed (I’m writing this January 19th, to be posted the next day), but I really wanted to go ahead and do it.
I’m actually posting it publicly, and then I plan to revisit it in December. Here’s hoping that things will have changed this year. So, here we go.
Dear Future Me,
It’s January, after one of the worst years of my life. 2020 was a nightmare and a test of patience, all wrapped up in a dumpster fire from Satan. There really isn’t much that came out of last year that I really liked. Honest.
We got The Old Guard and one of the fastest growing fandoms I’ve ever been apart of. (Did we finally get the sequel announcement?) I finally got back into writing, which is something that has blown my mind to do again. Mom and I now have an amazing relationship, mostly because we have a wall and two doors between us, so privacy has returned! Oh, and I’ve now played like all the Lego games I possible can on PS4 and Xbox One. And I 100%-ed Lego Dimensions! Talk about news.
As I’m writing this, our country is going through a massive upheaval. I’d already figured January 20th would be a day that I wouldn’t forget, mostly because President Biden would be sworn in during the middle of a pandemic. Nothing could have prepared me or the family for the events of Wednesday January 6th, when our (insert rude words here) outgoing president helped incite a riot to march on the US Capitol building during the counting of the electoral ballots. Even though it’s been two weeks, I’ve been really stressing about it. I just don’t want anymore violence. Watching that was horrific, and that’s putting it lightly. I’m really hopeful that the next twelve months will be dedicated to healing.
This year, I have so many goals, both personal and private, as well as public and large. I hope I’m still streaming on a more consistent basis, either on Twitch or whatever platform has become popular. Plus, I really hope this blog is still going. A big hope is that I finally got to reading the way I use to, for fun and enjoyment, not because I forced myself to.
On a more personal level, I really want to drop another pant size. Seriously, yes, I’m hoping for that. The hell that is Mom’s stationary bike better be worth it. It still rocks side to side, right? With the devil’s seat?
Here’s a fun thought: did we finally het Lego Star Wars: The Skywalker Saga? And if yes, how fast did I finish it on Xbox and PS4? Because we all know the chances of me getting a next generation console is pretty slim in 2021.
The final thing, the most important thing: where do I now stand with the family? It’s always be common knowledge that being the black sheep of the black sheep of the black sheep (and yes, that’s the right amount of sheep) that I would stay on the outskirts, besides with Mom of course. Is everything the same? Seeing the cousins once in a while, talking less, stretching thin and away, the same with the Floridians? It’s been a quiet worry for me during the last ten months of this pandemic, and especially leading into 2021, what with barely hearing from the locals. It’s lonely, but I’m not honestly too surprised anymore.
So, what was supposed to be more of a introspective letter became a pile of questions. But I’m hoping that Christmas 2021 is so much better. And please, let me actually have done shopping in person this year. Online shopping was a damn nightmare.
Yours,
Me.
Ps: Did I ever get that Xbox 360? I’m honestly curious.
