I’m warm and cozy. Snuggling behind the covers in my big bed for one. I can smell the food downstairs. Mom’s released her magic in the kitchen. Thrilled. We’re all thrilled. But the TV’s on and it’s so loud. Ugh sleep don’t go.
My Words
Hi Thelma, also fondly known as Thelms. You’ve only just read the first couple of words and you’re already so eager to find out who this is from. As we speak you’re trying to scan through the letter to get the gist of whether it ends good or bad. You have always been so eager and impatient.
STOP. Don’t scroll through. Just meet me back here at the top of this letter because I can promise you, you will not want to miss what I have to say. After all, this is all about you. In all your 16 year-old glory, whatever that means. Don’t worry about who’s writing this to you, because it’s you. Just six years older. There’s so much I want to tell you.
It kicks starts the day and wakes you up.
It’s what you crave in the morning, starting with the first cup.
I’ll make you…
If someone said…
Reach for the stars. Extend. Everything you’ve ever wanted is near you. Just put your hands out and grab at what’s going to be your breakthrough.