Two years ago I sent myself a letter on FutureMe to be delivered on my birthday this year. I just read it and it makes me feel incredibly grateful as I’ve gotten to blog for others, my student loan is paid off, and the love of my life is now my fiancé.

I distinctly remember wanting to send a FutureMe email to myself at 50-years-old, but with the way things were already going then, I doubted that email would be the protocol of the day. So I sent it to 2010 and then it appears I blogged about forgetting what I’d sent.

It occurs to me that buried time capsules really may be the easiest way to send your future self a note. I guess you could be like the dude from Memento and tattoo yourself. You could get inked every year with a stream of consciousness birthday rant. For those with a love of cheese, here’s what I wrote in 2007:
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Dear FutureMe,
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
When you were me you liked to blog: http://www.hiyaa-a.blogspot.com/, if you can’t find that site you should type “Way Back Machine” into the latest search engine and then plug in the URL.

The guy in the photos is the love of your life. At first you hooked up with him because you thought you’d never see him again, but then he was sweet and kept making the 10 hour Greyhound trip to see you. He must’ve thought you were one sexy dame.

You and your love live in San Francisco and are riding a second, albeit more cautious, dot com boom. You like all of the things that other nerds like including: pirates, tesla coils, monkeys, graphic novels, robots and ninjas. You specifically also giggle like a schoolgirl whenever you see former City Lights bookstore owner Lawrence Ferlinghetti, and you wish you had something profound to say to him.  Today you wish you had something profound to say to you.  Sorry, I’m just not a Hallmark kind of person.

In any case, I hope you and your love are happy and healthy. I also hope you’ve paid off your student loan or at least changed your name.
Love,
PresentMe