Dear Older Me I Hope You Party
As you read this, I imagine you sitting on a private island somewhere. No, not sitting. You are reading this as you stand over the swimming pool deck of your solar-powered minimalistic yacht. It’s anchored on an island on the way to a place even more exciting.
I have a feeling you finally made it out of your neighborhood garden. You probably made a fortune when you sold your startup to Giggle and went off to watch the Grand Parade in Vietnam for the first time. Was it amazing? Well, since I’m talking to myself, I should know. It was amazing. Thank you for asking.
Did you finally grow up and realize that it’s true, the grass is greener on the other side of 80? Did you finally figure out if Meryl Sleep’s photos in her sixties are legit not clickbait? If you look like she did in your eighties, I hope you finally put all those good looks to good use.
Party every flipping weekend. That’s right if it’s true that your eighties are your final teenage years, I hope you make them count. I hope you are so busy living life and being happy that you sometimes forget what sitting idle is all about.
