Today, I turn 15 on June 15.
Back in 2024, I wrote myself an email and schedule sent it to last January 1 of this year like I did before a few times. It was really brief. I asked myself a few questions and told myself how I felt about the start of the school year, the start of Roentgen, which I said was like combining Mendel and Darwin.
I also mentioned how I’m turning 15 this year and said that was ancient. It is. I might be learning to drive next year. I wrote that I hoped that the future me was the better version of myself that I couldn’t be back then: a little wiser, a little more mature, a little less irresponsible. That 14-year-old me still felt 13. And honestly, this 15-year-old me does too.
But I’ll try to grow. For the future me, looking back on me now. So that I can live the now before it’s too late. I can’t hold onto it forever.
My friend (whom we’ll call casper) told me to put a poop joke at the end of the email. (she’s turning 16 this year.)
