A Letter From My Past Self

A year ago, I wrote a letter to my future self on one of those websites that let you send messages into time. Recently, that letter arrived. And as I read it, I realized how much can change in a single year—our goals, our desires, our priorities.

Coincidentally, it was also my birthday not long ago. That’s when I started to look back and reflect—not on the calendar year, but on my solar year—from one birthday to the next. And you know what? I achieved so much during this time. I paid off my car loan, moved into a new apartment, traveled quite a lot, completely quit drinking, and fulfilled many of my other wishes.

There’s only one thing that still upsets me: I’m still working at the club. It gives me enough money to live comfortably, but it takes away much more in non-material ways—it drains me emotionally. There are nights when I earn really well, yet find myself crying in the car on the way home.

But this, too, is temporary. And after a year, I came back to the dreams and goals I once put aside when it comes to my work. I’ve changed my mind countless times about what I truly want to do—and that’s okay. I’m just trying to find my path. And it feels like this time, I might have finally found it.

I don’t want to throw around empty words, so I’ll write about it later—when there are real results to share.