Dear Morgan,
Hi! It’s me. Well, it’s you … at age 30. I got the time capsule you put together for me to open in 2023, though I admit I did open it a year early. Sorry about that. You’d probably like to know that I still have all the journals you wrote in elementary school, and I have a photo of you at age 7 pinned next to my desk to remind me to be kind to myself on days when I’m not as productive as I think I should be. I still have the letters that you and your second-grade teacher wrote to each other while she was in the hospital fighting leukemia, and I try to honor whom I think you wanted to be as an adult. I love monarch butterflies like you do. I still have a strong will and like to write. I remember your struggles and worries, but I also remember how wonderful you are. You want to know what’s really cool? You’re 30, and you don’t cough anymore. Yeah. I thought you’d think that’s pretty amazing. Can I tell you more?
Read the poem at morganbarrett.co/post/letter-to-me
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