Writing letters to myself

Lately I’ve been writing to myself a lot here.

Letters of encouragement.
Letters of complaint, to the universe.
Letters of encouragement and inspiration.
Letters of reminiscence, for my future self.
Letters of encouragement to keep me going.
Letters to log milestones and significant events.
Letters of encouragement to stop me from stopping.
Letters of celebration on the rare moments there’s one.
Letters of encouragement to go go go go go go go go go go.

You get the picture.

Encouragement.
En-COURAGE-ment.

It’s interesting how it actually works. You’d think listening to your own advice in your own voice would fail spectacularly. But it doesn’t.

I write words I would love to receive from others but don’t.
I write words I would feel inspired to hear from someone else.
I write words I would be proud to re-read five years, a decade later.

Words on a page.
They look so inert, so passive.
Yet so powerful.

Forwards.