Also, I should get caught up on the posts I got behind on two weeks ago. Tadah! If you've missed any posts for this project, you can find a complete list here. Because, clearly, your life revolves around my blog.
To the project!
Last night I wrote a letter to my 40 year old self.
(OK, side note: as tranquil, zen and poised as I am about turning 30, the idea of being 40 is a little chilling. Good thing I have a decade to get used to it!)
I've always wanted to write a letter to my future self, but for one reason or another, have never gotten around to it. Probably because it seems like the kind of thing you should do for a more significant birthday, and 17 or 26 just didn't seem to cut it. But, people: a letter written when you are 30 to yourself at age 40 is perfect.
Because I want to keep the letter secret, sealed and in a safe place for the next 10 years, I won't be posting its content here on the blog for you to read. Because where is the fun in opening a time-sealed letter when I could read it every day online for the next decade? But I will tell you a little about what I wrote:
- First I gave myself an update on where we currently are in life. I am sure the future me will be just as enamoured with every detail of Espen as I am now.
- Then I made a few predictions about our family in the future, including number of children, and what we would currently name them if they were to show up.
- I reminded 40 year-old Tamsin of how fantastic her husband is. Hey, 15 years of marriage is a long time! A good reminder never hurt anyone. She needs to not be taking 41 year-old Nick for granted! I know how she gets.
- I wrote a bit about some of my hopes for the future. Some expectations, and a lot of dreams.
Then I sealed it up, and put it in our box of keepsakes. Until 2020.