Dear Me (in 1 year),

Dear Me (1 yr from now),

It's the time of year where people make resolutions or choose a "word of the year" or some other trend that only gets half-way followed up on.  By March, the treadmills go back up for sale on Craigslist and no one remembers their "word of the year."

okay actually this could be a good one.

So, self, we're not doing that.  I'm not looking at all the things you/I should be, and what we're doing wrong or too much/not enough of.  I'm not shaming you into dropping X pounds, reading through the entire Bible, or carpe diem-ing any days.

One year from now, I hope you've let go of a few insecurities and picked up some new confidences.
I hope you've stopped beating yourself up for the not-perfect parenting days and cherished the ones you got right.
I hope you continued to serve in the community and can look back and see the impact made.
I hope you read at least 5 really stupid chick lit books.  Just for fun.
I hope you've found a new favorite children's book because really, Click Clack Moo can't be the basis for every lesson plan you make.
I hope your faith and your understanding of God's love has grown deeper.

And finally, I hope you have come up with a better system for staying on top of the laundry around here.  Using the dryer as a dresser isn't really working for us, okay?

Love,
Me