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Past Me

I got an email from my past self today. It is from a version of me six years ago and is about how I was frustrated with the job I was at an hoped that I would be doing something I liked better in the future.

Every time that I get an email from futureme.org it completely catches me off guard. I always forget about the service a few days after I send a set of them out. However, I think it is an excellent way to communicate something to me in the distant future. I tend to write about what is currently going on with me and where I hope to be by the time I get it.

A few years ago I got one that told me I was completely stoned and just chilling out in Columbus, Nebraska. It was received during a time that was just chilling out in St. Louis, Missouri (but not stoned, maybe drinking a beer). I thought that was interesting.

It always forces me to reflect and appreciate all the changes in my life since the time I wrote it. I am always glad to have received it.

I am doing something I enjoy today by the way. But I do know some pretty amazing people from my time at that job too and would not be who I am today without that experience. I probably would not have grown more interested in software development without it. Without taking that job so that I could be with Chris and have children with her, I would also not have time to foster that interest.

I guess it is time to write another set of letters to a potential me.

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