five years ago a teacher made us write to ourselves about what we were most thankful for. He promised to send them out once we were around 22 years old.
I got my letter today. I did forget what I wrote. At the bottom of the form letter I told myself,
"Please write more, Kristin. It makes you happy. Don't be afraid of being ordinary in life. Have children. -Suzanne Jones" Don't know what to think of it now. After a night a board games with a friend's family, I rush home to read this letter. I had hoped for pages and pages of who sat behind me and who I wanted to be and what my favorite animal was. I wanted to know just how much I loved my boyfriend. How much I knew in French. The current story I was thinking about.
Didn't get any of those. But! I did send myself a dollar. And my "b"s were that stupid Russian "b" back then. And I was thankful for emotion. Have children?
This is great. Happy New Year!
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