An open letter to my 90-year-old self-to-be (and apparently you, since you are reading this)
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Hi! I hope you’re doing well. I hope you are loving life. I hope your body isn’t a wreck. I hope you’re not dead. Remember me? I’m your nearly-80-year-old-past-self. If you don’t remember, no problem. I’ll give you a little help. When past-you wrote this, he was (I am, you were) sitting at the table on a beautiful September day in Maine. You were (I am, he was) drinking coffee. Past-Bobbi was also drinking coffee next to me (him, you). Remember Bobbi? I hope she’s well.
I said the exact same thing to my niece ( in her forties) a few years back. But I said "you don't have to look for a purpose, you are Purpose." But though the words were (almost) the same, the insight was different. 🙂. I'm not at all saying you are wrong- you're not! But different insights can lead to the same words.
"I don't have a purpose, I am purpose,"
I said the exact same thing to my niece ( in her forties) a few years back. But I said "you don't have to look for a purpose, you are Purpose." But though the words were (almost) the same, the insight was different. 🙂. I'm not at all saying you are wrong- you're not! But different insights can lead to the same words.