Friday, July 18, 2008

A True Blast from the Past

Writing this entry guarantees my being late for work today, but I'm going to have to do this now, otherwise it's never going to happen.

I just finished forwarding an interesting article to my two hosts about possible tips on caring for their tomatoes (that I've been caring for this week), when I switch over to my email to see I have a new message. I figured it would be some sort of confirmation my email was sent, or some copy of the email I sent them, but I was pleasantly surprised to get an email with the subject, "Hello! From the Past."

I immediately knew what it was. It was an email I sent to myself exactly one year ago using FutureMe.org, a website where you can compose emails to yourself and then have them delivered to your inbox at a designated date. I do remember going to the site and writing myself two emails, little did I know or recall the exact date when I actually wrote one. One of them was to myself exactly a year later, where I am right now, and the other one has yet to be delivered.

It was a pretty standard and safe email, especially since I opt to make the email "public" once it was delivered (Eublic being the email itself would be made available to read on the site, though your email would be concealed). As I expected, I didn't drop any names, and kept things rather vague, but wrote it just so NowMe knew what PastMe would be talking about.

Although I am much more financially stable, it seems that things are a lot different than last year and as hoped for me by my former self. The one big thing is that even numbered years typically made for amazing summers, and in light of what happened to me earlier this month, a lot of that hasn't come into fruition.

...then again, I shouldn't be saying something like that. First, there is plenty of Summer that has yet to happen. Second, it's not like I've been living beneath this dark cloud of fear and loathing this whole time - I've been to baseball games, been hanging out with friends and loved ones, enjoying drives in the sun with the windows rolled down, walking around in shorts, tank top and a bikini top beneath that because I can. In light of all that's happened, I'm having a blast, and I'm sure that there are plenty more exciting and fun things in store for me.

At the very least, I'm definitely much wiser, as I had hoped for myself.

I'll be sure to write myself another email sometime today, as I think it would be a fun thing to maintain - getting my annual midsummer check in with my former self. Since I registered at the site, I didn't know they have this feature that can reply to PastYou. I think I shall do that, but won't tell myself what I've been wishing for when driving under tunnels.

She should know, it's always the same thing I wish for, and that hasn't changed since then :)

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