A couple of years back, I stumbled over a letter, folded, written by my son, five months after my granny had died. He’d had stuff to say to her, and he was bothered he couldn’t tell her, so I had suggested he write a letter and that she’d find a way to read it. I found it amongst a bag of jotters I was clearing, 6 years later. It’s lovely and it’s a little gift to read his words of 9 years young.
It made me think of ‘a letter to my future self’, the writing task we all seemed to get in school. It often involved imagining our career journey and what we hoped for our future self. It sometimes would include addressing a current difficulty (“I hope you’ve managed to conquer the bullying insults / constant fidgeting / feeble attempts at English interpretations” type of thing!!). It was a slightly eerie task as a child and it didn’t offer any solidity, perhaps the opposite.
However, the bones of the task are good. Perhaps, even if only in mind, we might write to our future self. Now that we know so much more. Perhaps we can write to our past self. Our young self. Our inexperienced self. And in doing one or all of these things, we might make a difference to the present self.
The room above the garage
A Moodscope member.