Loveday Writing

Write a letter to yourself, to be read in five years**

Dear Rachel,

So you’re in your thirties now…31, where did that time go? Actually I know where it went–school, working at Woolies, moving away and going to uni, and working in Sydney–no wait that’s where I’m up to.

Lately I’ve been feeling I haven’t really lived my life. While I have no regrets at the moment, I’m a little depressed that all I’ve done in my life is work in one shape or form and nothing else. I’ve been feeling this need to travel and not necessarily overseas, please tell me that you’ve managed to do some travelling in the last five years.

At the moment I’m walking a tightrope between reminding myself that I am young and being aware that I’m getting older. I’m trying to be more financially responsible, I’ve actually really gotten into term deposits, but it’s all very hard when I’m single, alone and paying rent. I’m not doing too bad, but I wish it was easier. Please tell me in five years that you have your financial shit together.

At the moment, I’m trying to lose weight, it’s happening really slowly. I’ve lost 5.5 kg so far with 34.5 kg to go. I’m not losing it to be thin or apparently attractive, although I won’t deny that I won’t complain about that, but to be healthy. Despite what society and most people in my life think otherwise, and despite some insecurities around boyfriends/potential boyfriends, I’ve never thought that I’m ugly. Please tell me in five years you’ve lost the weight and more importantly have kept it off.

No boyfriends at the moment for me, no shock there. We never dated in high school and looking back on it, it’s not a big deal, but back then I also thought I’d be married by now. Considering the way my life has turned out so far, I’m glad I’m not, that being said it gives me the shits that I haven’t really had that much luck with dating. I only seem to attract jerks who end up breaking my heart for fun, I’ve only had one decent boyfriend so far, but he left me anyway for a pretty shallow reason. I don’t understand why everyone else around me can find love and I can’t. I’m just as worthy and deserving of it as anyone else and I’m sick of waiting for my turn. Please tell me in five years that you’re either married or at least that your luck has improved.

Overall, I’m happy with how my life has turned out so far, that being said, I hope that five years from now we’re both truly happy, really living our lives and that we’ve found love.

I’ll catch up with you in five years.

Lots of Love.

Rach (2016) xxoo

 

**Reference: Marsden J 1998, Everything I Know About Writing, Pan Macmillan, Australia.