Hello there! How's life in the trenches? I bet the sound of your alarm feels like a battle cry each morning. It's your future self here, reaching out to you from a time where mornings are greeted not by alarms, but by the natural light of dawn that trickles into a room with a view.
I see you've been busy. Oh, the sleepless nights! They remind me of a series of never-ending binge-watching sessions, only it's all work and no Netflix. You're pouring out every ounce of energy, like a marathon runner inching towards the finish line.
Meals missed? Family reunions declined? Friends' night outs said "no" to? I know, it's as if you're on a crash diet from all things fun and familial. But the race you're running now is one for the ages. And it’s clear that this race is not a sprint, but a marathon.
Remember the girl who once walked miles and miles just to reach her destinations? Look how far she has come. Now, instead of physical miles, it's the milestones in your career you're conquering. One foot in front of the other, slow and steady, you're making strides only few dare to make.
Rumors and whispers echo through the office hallways, discounting your hard work. People talk as if you've got a golden ticket, favor from the boss. But you and I know better. We know the truth of your journey. You’ve earned every accolade, every achievement. Not through favoritism, but through hard-earned effort.
So, thank you. Thank you, present me. Your perseverance and tenacity have been the fuel to reach where I am today. The view up here is breathtaking, but it’s your reflection in the mirror that leaves me awestruck.
But I need you to remember something. Don’t let the naysayers, the gossip mongers, and the rumor spreaders diminish your light. You’ve worked tirelessly for this, so own it! Don’t let anyone try to discount your worth.
Now, I need to ask something of you: rest. Find time to silence the noise, to disconnect from the whispers and the rumors. Your energy, your health, your peace, they’re not just vital for the now, but for the future as well. For my time.
We're at a height where their whispers can't reach us, where the harsh words are replaced by the gentle rustling of the winds of success. So, believe me when I say, their noise doesn't matter up here.
So keep going, keep growing. But remember to breathe, to rest, to recharge. And when you get here, we'll celebrate the journey that was, and the journey that will be. A journey well fought, well earned. Trust me, it's an epic story worth every page.
Yours in time,
Future You
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