future brady

Hey, I've been putting off writing this letter for a week or so. In part, because I'm not sure what to type. Everything seemsd so mundane to say to one's future self. Although I'm sure that its the mundane that is the most important in life. Tomorrow, we turn 35. I didn't send this to us when we were 30 because I figure things will be much the same at that time. But 35 seems so far off. Does 24 seem more than a decade ago? So far, there are only a few things I can count that I've done for more than a decade: my friendship with Kate, JBS, performing, using the word 'hella', living in the Northwest (well, for the most part). What things that I do in 2006 am I doing in 2016? Am I living in Seattle? Am I living with Case? Is Dad alive? Am I performing? Do I still have issues with living in the moment? Do I believe in Heaven? Am I still self-centered? What are things I hope have changed? I hope we have the down payment paid off. I hope we've learned to love fully, completely, and supportively. I hope we've begun to make it more about others than about me. I hope we've learned how to knit more than just one stitch. I hope we can do consistent triple turns on both legs. I hope we've hiked to the top of Mt. Rainier. I hope we've figured out what tattoo I should get. I hope we haven't broken any more bones, or spent a lot of time in the hospital. In 2006, you are pretty friggin happy. You felt well rested (for the most part). You could lose five pounds, but have finally decided that feeling good is more important than looking good. You drink a shit load of diet coke. You spend a lot of time watching Netflix, walking around Seattle, going to dance class. You feel like things are jut going to get better, more exciting, more fulfilling. Things are good right now. I think I'm honestly happier than almost everyone I encounter. I hope that I am still this positive. I just took this drama instructor workshop, in which we were given three guidelines: Say Yes Stay In Make the Other Person Look Good Are we doing these things? Keep breathing, Rockstar Brady.