It’s funny how much time can be spent looking back on events gone by. I’m not talking about world history, I’m talking about things that are usually preceded by the words when I was young.

The past can be overly dramatized or romanticized, and given how little people agree on what they just witnessed, lends itself more to fiction than fact.

I was listening to a podcast about how rarely we think of our future self when we go through time—choosing instead to indulge ourselves instead of pacing ourselves for what many of us hope is the marathon ahead.

It’s a tricky idea. We know the person we were but we will never meet the person we will become. That person could be completely annoying.

Maybe instead of writing a letter to our past selves, we should instead reach out to our future selves. What gift shall we give them that we have to take those steps today?

I think my near future self would like to be in nature, in a place where the giant ball of fire in the sky doesn’t try to kill you on sight, to that end, my current self is walking that optimal 30 minutes a day, every day.

Of course, my future self had better reward me with the occasional burger and fries. Time may be a one way street, but I do expect pay back:D

Until next time.