Dear Pandora,
Hey. Hi. Hello! I love writing letters to people I care about and so I thought I’d give this “writing to myself” thing a go. That said, it’s strange to be writing to a future me. Partly because I can’t picture you – how the years might have softened or hardened you – and partly because I have a mixed relationship with “the future”. I have to couch it in quotation marks so it seems sillier, softer. It can feel quite daunting, I think: that wide open path where terrible and joyful things can bloom. But I’m also quite excited for it. My 30s so far have been a decade of chaos, of three young children, of learning to be a mother (a lesson that never ends), of growing and burning out, and growing and burning out …
