“To write a good love letter, you ought to begin without knowing what you mean to say, and to finish without knowing what you have written.” -Jean-Jacques Rousseau
A few months ago I stumbled across the “More Love Letters” campaign on this girl’s blog. As a long time fan of snail mail, pretty stationary, and good old fashion love in general, I was instantly intrigued. Each month people from near and far write love letters to a person they have never even met. Someone who is going through a difficult time will receive a bundle of letters, ripe with encouragement, thoughts, prayers, and support.
In January, “More Love Letters” was accepting a different kind of love letter. They were putting together a time capsule of love letters that people write to themselves. Then, in 2013, the “More Love Letters” team will mail those letters back to their original author.
So I wrote a letter to myself. I told myself about where the January 2012 me hopes that the January 2013 me will be in life. So much can change in a year. Maybe I’ll learn something from myself. Maybe I’ll remember something that I will have forgotten by the time that letter makes its way back to me.
If you feel the urge, write yourself a letter and tuck it away somewhere. A group of my friends and I wrote letters to our 16-year-old-selves – what we wish we would have known then. That was a great exercise, and so was writing a letter to a future me.
No one will ever know us as well as we know ourselves. Don’t I deserve to hear from myself once in awhile?