A few years ago, I wrote a post to earlier versions of my self– Dear Younger Me.

My youngest is finishing middle school. He and I “graduate”  from school the same year.  I can hardly wrap my head around him becoming a high school graduate, much less me retiring at the same time.

This is going to require some thought.

Thus, a note to my future self.


Dear Retired Me,

Thirty years ago, as you drove the 28 miles through the countryside to drop off your resume, desperately searching for a job, this day seemed a million miles away.   I wonder how many songs, sermons, and books you’ve listened to on the commute.  Can you think of a top 10 of each?

You’ve also prayed a lot- I mean a lot- of prayers in the car as you’ve driven to and fro.  I hope you have a prayer life plan.  Remember how you missed that when your commute changed?

As I look around the room, I am a bit overwhelmed by all the books and things that will need to find a home.  You have figured it out.  Can you maybe send a time-travel message back to me about what I am supposed to do with all this stuff? I need it for now, but what will I need or want then?

Have we figured out what we want to do when we grow up?  Everyone keeps asking what’s next or what’s five years down the road — as though I have a clue.  I’m hoping you know which way is up and landed on your feet. Should I be taking classes? Learning a new skill? Getting in better shape? (Yes.)

Do I get to retire and enjoy it, or have those looming health problems crossed over the horizon to stare me directly in the eye?

I have more questions for you than I had answers for younger me, but I can say with certainty that I am looking forward to meeting you.