A letter from April 1st, 2015

Dear FutureMe, I have big plans right now. Big. College has taken me by storm in a manner I never could have imagined. I have stars in my eyes and, for the first time in a long time, I have dreams and passions and drives. I want the future that I never dared to imagine for myself until now. I recently declared my double majors, Economics and Anthropology. I can't decide so... why not both? Both are good. I want to go to grad school, at the end of it all. I want to be called Doctor and Professor one day. I'm aiming for the top, as high as I can possibly go because I am capable of so much. I'm joking a lot that one day, I want to work and work so Zach can stay home with the kids and homeschool them and have hot cooked meals waiting for me. It's a bit far fetched but still, it's nice to have the unreachable dreams as well as the reachable. Zach and I have been together two years now. I think we might be engaged soon. Any day now I think. I like to think that by the time I see this letter I'll be married to him. He's struggling with school a lot right now. He's scared to graduate. I'm scared for him to graduate. How do you enter the real world after college? Where do you start? Zach doesn't have my drive or my passion, he just wants to be done with school. I'm worried his eagerness to be done will send him out into a world he isn't prepared for yet. I have our futures together to think about, not just my own, but still I suppose it isn't fair of me to say anything on the matter. He's his own person. But anyway, I just got a new job. I won't be a manager anymore or working 30 hours a week while juggling school work. I'm so excited for the stress to be over I can't stand it. I'm making plans for what I'm going to do with all of my new free time. Read, journal, craft more. Get more active. I've put on a lot of weight since school started. Maybe I'll stress eat less with my new job. I can only hope.