Dear Old Me,

Hey Old Me,

I don’t know at exactly what point you have to be reading this for me to consider you, myself, old.

Definitely older than what I am right now.

I just wanted to point out a few things to you in case you have misplaced them in your memory.

First, about all of those body parts I broke?   Yeah.  Well, I’m really sorry about that.  The breaking of them, that is.  Not the living part that happened to be going on when those parts get broken.  But if they haven’t found a great cure or fix-all for the arthritis that is heading you off at the pass…. I’m sorry for any pain I’ve caused you in the future.   When, and if (I’m going to stay optimistic it will by-pass you) it gets you I hope you can remember all of the fantastic things you were doing when those things happened.   Running, biking, martial arts, and general life playing.  I hope to find you, myself, still playing at whatever age it is you deem it proper to be reading this.  Play kept you young.  Keep it up!  Please.  For both of us.

Second, I have to apologize to you for all of those missed opportunities.  You know the ones I’m talking about.   All those nights you went home and sat down to not get back up.  The nights you sat and wrote all of those blogs.  Grant it, you set the blogging world on fire and are now considered one of the pioneers…. Ha!  I know you chuckled at this.  I did, writing it.   But, well, there were other things you could have been doing too.  I mean, I could have been doing.   More classes.   I always wanted to be smarter.  Wouldn’t have hurt to take an extra class here and there.  More activities.  Grant it, as stated above, I broke some things.  But if I hadn’t done what I did, I don’t think I’d of lived long enough to get to the point of life where I’m sitting here now, writing to you there, then.

In spite of the things I wanted to apologize to you for I wanted to point out a couple of things.   As I sit here now, feeling puffy and over weight and never quite content….  It occurs to me that where you are when you’re reading this, you might (might not) be at a point where you would do anything to come back and reclaim the body I’m hauling around now.  Yes, it is functional.  I can still have fun.  I can still play.  Work.  Live a good life.  So you know, I continue to try and be healthy.  So that you, where ever you are, are as in good a shape as possible for someone your age.  I’m hoping the you then, is in even better shape than the me, now.  That’s optimistic thinking for you!

I hope you can easily recall all of the people you surrounded your self with, now.  I read somewhere, once, something I want to pass along to you.  Of course I have to paraphrase it because I can’t remember it.  So don’t think your forgetting things is something to worry about, you’ve (I’ve) always been like that.   It was something about the way people pass in and out of your life.  Some pass through quickly leaving an impression forever.  Some pass through pretty much unnoticed and you don’t even realize it until later, some you don’t notice at all yet they have changed the course of your life.    And some are around forever.  And where you are now, are likely people I don’t know yet.  But there are people here, now, who have changed your life.  Forever.

Me, I hope you (me) have found out a couple of things I’ve always been curious about.  I hope you traveled more.  Learned how to worry less.  Kept Husband, family and friends at the top of your priority list.  I really hope you got rid of more ‘stuff’.  Even now I realize that too much ‘stuff’ takes away the focus on what really matters.  I’ve given much away and hope by the time you (I) read this you’ve given away anything that does not truly matter.  You know, that extra baggage stuff.  I hope you’ve done more for others than what I’ve (you) have done to this point in your life.  It’s a good life when you do for others and the joy of that is something you look forward to.

I better get going.  I suspect that when you are reading this you are on your bike in the bike room.  Hopefully you have been riding outside and stopped to take a break and eat some carbs.  Took out the handy futuristic technology thing that lets you read at your leisure as you ride your bike where ever you want to go.  But today, as I write this for you (me) I am in the bike room at home (do you still have it?  That home?  That bike room?) and I have to get finished and get ready for work.

I hope you take note that no matter what age you read this, you can chuckle and acknowledge that you are reading it too early.  Because you, I, don’t consider myself old yet.  But even at the tender age I am at the writing of this, I do acknowledge that at any time you choose to read this you will technically be ‘older’.  Just not ‘old’.  Yet.

So I have to sign off now.  If I sign it “love” that seems a bit odd. Or egotistical.  Or, maybe it is quite wonderful to be able to love one’s self.  Enough so that you love the world back for who you are and what you’ve lived.

Eh.  I do love my life.

So, yeah, hey.  I’ll see you later.

Thanks for taking a look back to now.

See me waving?


30 thoughts on “Dear Old Me,

  1. I wonder why this bikebrown is always on your side????? But he are so right in what he are saying again *smile – if don’t love ourselves .. what chance to we have to love somebody else. Same with loving our own company – if we don’t like our own company – how will we handle to be in others. Great post, Colleen. Writing this on the train on my way back from mum’s and I have forgotten … that mouse – so I’m very handicaped just now …. a bit lost and very slow in my writing actions. A brilliant post and we should all take a stocktake of our feelings and life at times.


    • Hahahahahaha! BikeBrown, I believe, has a crush on me!!!!

      Thank you Viveka. I have often read letters people have written or sung back to their younger selves, but what good is that going to do me right now? I love those letters, but I was wanting to take stock of me now and appreciate what I do have. So thank you because you are part of that stock!


  2. Thank you for this today. I just got back from the doctors and was feeling a little down. I have much to look forward to and even if my body is a little broken I can get it fixed and take good care of it. I also have to be thankful that I can still think straight most of the time. Ahhh the mind is a beautiful thing!


    • The mind is a beautiful thing! It can convince us of all kinds of things. I had one doctor tell me 14 years ago after knee surgery that I couldn’t do martial arts, run or ride a bike. I asked why. He said my knees were degenerating. I asked why. He said he didn’t know. I asked if they were going to no matter what. He said yes. So I can still walk? He said yes. So I said to him…no matter what I do, be active or not be active they are going to degenerate? He said yes. I asked then, why I couldn’t do what I wanted if they were going to ‘go bad’ anyway. He said, well, okay. Go ahead. If you have any problems let me know I’ll do what I can to help. I have not had to go back to him at all. 😉

      I’m glad you are thinking straight most of the time, and hopefully the rest of the time you are thinking in curves of smiles. 🙂


  3. Your “older” self is busy training for a marathon at the age of 97. Or maybe it’s a triathlon event of some kind. And she is, of course, wearing her funny toe shoes. 😀

    Wonderful exercise. I may have to write a letter to my future self. She might want to hear from me.


  4. Great idea. I never know what I am going to get when I stop by my friend Colleen’s cyber home but it never disappoints. No matter how this body of mine changes it still feels like the same young me looking out at the world. And, so true about self-love (but honestly, I’m not totally sure I know what all that means, lol). 🙂


    • Paulette I just burst out laughing! Thank you! 🙂

      I’m glad you never feel disappointed. And I’m glad I’m not the only one who’s insides feel like they always have. The body….yes, a whole other matter indeed!


  5. Loved this…I think blogging is one way to write to one’s self…and you made me miss my bike rides…how I loved to let myself and my hair fly loose (back in the days when you didn’t need a helmet)…

    I love myself now…and God reminds me every so often that He loves me, too (on those days I forget that I’m loved)…How the mind likes to play tricks on us.

    Great post 🙂


  6. This is great. I saved it because I wanted to come back to it when I could think. I think I may have to find some of the letters my old self wrote to me. xxx


    • Oh my, that would be interesting. On occasion I go back and read an old blog or an old ‘anything’ I wrote to see what I was thinking. And have I changed my thoughts. Usually not, though I usually catch some horrific spelling and grammar issues. 🙂


  7. Dear Old You,
    It is I writing to me, you see. Do not allow this being of the Twilight Zone fool with your mind. Or is it my mind that has not yet thunk doze tots? Am You getting younger?


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