Not too long ago I followed a writing prompt in a book I was reading and sat down to write a letter to my present self from my eighty-year old self.
I thought it would take me a long time to write. I thought it would cover the whole wide breadth and depth of subjects you can only cover with someone as intimately acquainted with you as yourself.
I was to be surprised.
This is what it said:
You don’t miss all the TV you didn’t watch.
Do you like the blend of formality and scathing honesty?
She was watching me this week when I spent two hours catching up on Downton Abbey.
Maybe she’s watching me now?
It must be important if she came across time and space to tell me.
Guess I’ll get off the couch and…
Burn some genius.