Future Self
Dear friend,
There are bees printed on the white porcelain mug that Ash has placed on the wooden table in front of me. I’m in his home in Meersbrook, Sheffield.
Later tonight, we’ll be seeing two of Ash’s friends play at Café Nine in Nether Edge, a short walk down the hill.
If time collapsed, my eighteen-year-old self would be able to stand on a street corner and watch his fifty-six-year-old self walk by, enter the café, and remove his coat. He’d see himself saying hello to familiar faces and new.
It’s important to be on good terms with all parts of yourself. Healing isn’t about perfecting or even improving yourself. We can do that. We can make choices and do things differently, but more than anything, we can learn to accept ourselves as we are.
We’re allowed to mess up.
Try coming to Earth without ever coming a cropper. That’s how we learn, and how we grow.
One thing I learned from a friend is to think about my future self. Not too far in the future. The me who will wake up early to drive north.
He’s glad that the dishwasher was loaded last night, and the houseplants watered before bed.
What can you give attention to that your future self will thank you for tomorrow?
Certainly, the effort to be kind to ourselves.
To make amends where necessary.
Take a breath.
Care more for connection than how far or fast we can travel.
Enjoy the journey.
Come home to the present moment.
Where time meets itself.
And dissolves.
Till tomorrow
Love
Mikey