A Letter to My 80 Year Old Self

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By time you read this, blogs will be equivalent of today’s view of Pong. Vitamins will keep you going for another 30 years giving you enough strength to run another marathon, amongst other things (wink, wink).

By now you’ve seen a decent share of our planet. You traveled to the remote regions of Bhutan, Africa, and Asia. I’m so pleased you finally learned how to sail and play guitar. As well as speak fluent French. Tre bon!

It’s a good thing you listened to your heart all those years ago and took a chance with that book. It’s helped so many people. Not to mention give you the funds needed to live for 110 years. What a thing to meet Maya Angelou and appear on Oprah too. And that was just the start!

Looking at you now, my fears seem so trivial. Fears? Maybe I should call them uncertainties. Whether we should stay in middle America or move to southern Europe? Start a new business or stick to what works? Paint the dining room grey or keep it tan? Chicken or fish for dinner?

You make following your heart seem so easy. You know exactly what to do and are fearless. Your eyes are filled with so much coyness and laughter, you are drunken on life. Some may call you selfish for living as you do, but as Oscar Wilde so eloquently put it, “Selfishness is not living as one wishes to live, it is asking others to live as one wishes to live.”

You are your own woman. Living life fullest with your own intentions. Not pushing your beliefs and thoughts onto others, and not letting others push theirs onto you. You are a role model, friend, wife.

I’m not even half your age as I write this. Half as experienced. Half as wise. Half as versed. But equally filled with ambition, desire, and a head full of big dreams.