A letter from September 23rd, 2018

Dear FutureMe, I guess this is my 35th birthday. Today is my 33rd birthday. It's been a hard year. Like, insanely hard. I hope this year wasn't as rough. There's an Andy Grammar song - I only know this line really - "May the best of your today's be the worst of your tomorrows" and so, I guess I hope that's true. I hope maybe I have some happiness now, some inner peace. I hope I'm still here, fighting, even when it seems impossible. I hope I am still knitting, and reading, and watching soccer, and finding ways to find joy in my life. I hope I am stopping to look at the sky, and smelling flowers, and cuddling babies. I hope I remember there is good and to find it in the world.