A Letter From Self

We are rounding another corner, you and I. More happens each day and sometimes, too much happens. Am I right?And this always sees to happen, all at once. I agree. I agree that our plate is full. I agree that the tension can be thick, at times, or like now.See? It is quiet now. The morning is about to unfold and for now, nothing is pressing. Nothing is about to explode. And I agree, there are things which are happening, and they are not all too pleasant and the people we face are not all too kind.I understand this. I understand your pain. I understand why you are frustrated because, after all, I am you.I have been you for a very long time. Or closer to the heart, I have been you since your first heartbeat began, nearly 54 years ago.That’s a long time to be somebody. I was there when you learned not to write on the walls. I was there when you used to hide things in your closet and keep them like little treasures and tiny secrets.I was there when you trusted your stuffed animals with…