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Posted on Oct 21, 2013 in Wisdom | 1 comment

A Little Note


This morning I decided to do a writing exercise I’ve been thinking about for a few days.  I modified it from a suggestion I found in Julia Cameron’s book, “The Right to Write.”  To gain some perspective on my current situation, I was to write a letter to myself, using my imagination to write it from the perspective of my 88-year old self.  Fifty years from now, what would I want to say to myself at 38-year old?

I like the exercise because I’ve written letters to my younger self, telling her what I wish she would’ve known back then.  Usually the letter is reassuring and encouraging, with a little touch of reprimand.  Don’t worry so much about this or that.  Appreciate this or that more because you’ll miss it when it’s gone.  That kind of thing.

And so I embarked on a new kind of letter this morning.  I’m not going to share it with you here, but I let my imagination run unchecked.  What would it feel like to be in an 88-year old body?  What would my surroundings look like?  What smells would I encounter?  Sights?  Sounds?  Would I have regrets?  Would I have accomplishments I’d be proud of?  What can happen in fifty years?

My 88-year old imagined self was a great-grandmother, presiding over her brood on Thanksgiving Day.  She had achieved her goals.  She was encouraging, and had just an edge of challenge in her voice.  She had slowed down after a long and fruitful life.  She surprised me by immediately challenging my notion that I’m an older mom and might not have the energy to pull off a large family.  She told me I still have plenty of life, strength, and energy and I should tap into all of it.  I have plenty of time to feel old, but that’s not today.

She went on from there, looking back on her accomplishments and what it took to get there.  She reminded me that I have plenty of time to become all that I hope to be.  It was nice to think about things from that viewpoint, reminding myself that God has worked out amazing things in my life already and He isn’t about to stop now.

That’s one reason I love writing.  I never know what I think until I start to write.  Then what comes out tends to surprise me, even make me chuckle or shed a tear.  So I wrote a little note to myself this morning and it’s made my day.

Have you ever done something like that?  Would you consider doing it today?


1 Comment

  1. I love the idea of writing myself a little note as an 88 year old woman. I just spent a week with my Grandmother who is 76 and my three girl’s Great Grandmother. Precious times, precious memories. I can hear her voice, her laughter, and know the sweet kind things she would say to me. It would be a wonderful exercise to think of the things I would look back and say to myself. I’ll let you know how it goes:-).
    Love YOU!
    Jenn (Nashville,TN)

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