Vitality Stories
Dear Me,
Hello, 10-year younger self. I don’t need to ask you how you are because I can just read your diary.
Tonight you’ll slide under the duvet and slag off your immediate family (almost illegibly) in blue biro. Not sure what they did to us on the 17th March 2007, but I doubt they deserved that language. You’ve not yet learnt that the ‘f’ word is most powerful when used sparingly.
Over the coming week, you’ll be compelled to list all your secrets. You’ll be annoyed at yourself for not writing (you might have to get used to this one). You’ll scribble down your thoughts on God. You’ll craft a two-page analogy comparing your life to a plane crash.
You’ll also make wishes, “I wish I was less complicated, more tolerant, more selfless, less emotional.”
Buckle up. It gets harder, but it grows funnier (for the most part). Continue reading