I never know how to start these things. I’m tired of the old charade of recalling how the days have passed so quick followed by the melancholic notes of “hope this month will be better!” It’s quite fitting that I don’t know how to start the newsletter, though. It’s much like anything I do these days; lacking a specific starting point or urge but it happens one way or another. In reality, time does actually move so fast that I don’t have a chance to linger and wait for the perfect green light. Sometimes you have to jump the red and just go for it. This initial paragraph has prevented me from sending you many newsletters in the past, and I’m determined to not let that happen again. I’m determined to “
I'm glad you linked the letter to yourself. After we did that in Mr. Balagna's 8th grade class, and I opened it up senior year of high school, I wrote another one to myself to open up at the end of college. And then I did the same thing again except this time it's for when I get out of federal service. Even though I journal and keep plenty of notes on my phone etc., I loved writing about my future aspirations, current feelings, and anything that seemed fitting to squeeze in between so I could see how far I've come when I break at my next pit stop (You weren't the only one watching Cars 3 it seems...hmmm).
I'm glad you linked the letter to yourself. After we did that in Mr. Balagna's 8th grade class, and I opened it up senior year of high school, I wrote another one to myself to open up at the end of college. And then I did the same thing again except this time it's for when I get out of federal service. Even though I journal and keep plenty of notes on my phone etc., I loved writing about my future aspirations, current feelings, and anything that seemed fitting to squeeze in between so I could see how far I've come when I break at my next pit stop (You weren't the only one watching Cars 3 it seems...hmmm).