There’s someone I’ve been meaning to talk to someone I think about often, especially when I’m staring at the ceiling at 2 a.m. wondering if I remembered to pay that one bill: my future self.

I imagine they’ve got a little more wisdom, maybe a few more laugh lines (and hopefully not just from stress). I’d love to ask them a few things:

Did that career move I stressed over work out?

Did we finally figure out how to keep a plant alive?

Are we still pretending to enjoy running?

Most importantly, are we happy?

And yes, I know time travel isn’t exactly available on Amazon Prime (yet). But still, the idea of sitting down with a more experienced version of myself feels comforting. I bet future me would have some great advice… or at least a good sarcastic comment about how little sleep I used to survive on.

“You did the best you could with what you knew. And when you knew better, you did better.” – Maya Angelou

Sometimes I wish I could get just one sentence of wisdom from future me. But then again, if they are anything like me, I’d probably just get:

“Invest in sunscreen. Trust me.”

Or: “Don’t eat gas station sushi. You know better.”

Talking to my future self wouldn’t just be about getting the answers it’s about hope. Hope that I kept going, kept growing, and never stopped laughing, even when things were hard.

So until I get that time machine, I’ll keep doing what I can: making choices that feel true, laughing at the chaos, and planting seeds for the future even if some of them turn out to be dandelions instead of daisies.

Because hey, future me I’m doing my best down here. I hope you’re proud. And if nothing else, I hope we finally figured out how to fold a fitted sheet