One year really doesn't seem like a long time. But, it is.
But it also isn't.
I don't think I really should be writing to you.
I don't really want to ruin your joy.
But, since I started, I'm not going to hang you by a thread.
Hi. I'm you. About 430 days in the future.
Wherever you think you're gonna be...you won't be there. Not anymore at least.
Why?
Well, you made a decision. Not one you regret, but one you wish you had more time to make.
But then you did make a regrettable decision. So, my purpose in this is to tell you to think.
Do not take your time but think clearly.
But you might need time to do that so my warning would be...don't be afraid.
Sorry this is a bit of a mess.
You are a bit of a mess.
