Time Travel Via Word Doc or Dear Younger Self

Have you ever looked back on your life and thought, “man, I’d like to warn my younger self about life”?

I have, in fact, before I started this post, I was getting ready to write my 19 years old self a letter with the hope that my present-day self would glean some much need insight into moving forward.

Of course, that goofball won’t read it because, well, that was a dozen or so years ago…actually more than 2 dozen…geeze-o-pete, where did the time go and despite my strong desire for it to be real, time travel is simply not possible…or is it?

More on that in a minute.

I wonder, have you ever thought about your younger self warning present day you about your today instead of you warning them about their future?

Huh, wait what is this word salad?

I recently found decade old documents that just happen to be from this week – that’s right March of 2014 – when I say it like that it sounds like a different lifetime.

And because I am a glutton for punishment, I read them…I was shocked to read 10-year-old passages that sound eerily similar to what I have been writing the last couple months.

I used to say, I was writing all those posts for the person that needed to read what I felt God was showing me at the time – little did I know, God had me pre-writing notes to my future self…see, time travel and no flux capacitor.

As I read, the things I was concerned with then, things that scared and bothered me turned out to be the EXACT SAME things, I am dealing with today!

That sucks, because it kind of means I have not grown at all in the last ten years and that REALLY bothers me.

But it also encourages me because, as a point of reference, I can now see that I don’t want to find this post in 2034 – yikes, the idea of that year and we still have no hover boards? Harrumph! – and read the same things.

I want to grow, to change, to be the person God made me to be and that really has to start with me looking into who I am, still after 10 years, and making the decision, not the choice, the decision to change.

I make that distinction because to decide something means to cut yourself off from any other possible course, to choose just means “pick one” then if you’re unhappy, tomorrow, pick a different one.

A decision is almost permanent…or should be.

One thing I can see that is different in me today verses 2014 me, besides my increased weight, is my willingness to change – so maybe the last 10 years have not been wasted –

The fact that I now see, I have to be the one to change, not my J.O.B., not my spouse, my family, me, capital M, capital E. ME – I know that is grammatically incorrect so put your red pens away, already – means that I have grown and that I have changed already.

And if I did it once, I can do it again.

The truth is, so can you…the question is, will you?

What would you tell the 19-year-old you about their upcoming life, or maybe better, the you in one year about what they need to do to not be in the same place they are now? Maybe I’ll send that dude a letter…how ‘bout you? Leave me a comment, let’s encourage one another.

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