My Apology Letter To Spring. Friends Again?

Dear Spring,

I saw you threw a party and left me off the guest list. I usually don't make a big deal over these things but Facebook and Instagram have a way of rubbing things in your face and I just had to say something.

I know I took you for granted during my Floridian years, so I guess that explains why you've been giving me the cold shoulder.

We spent a lot years together while I was in Florida, so when I went to New York I wanted to experience something different. I'm sure this is all about that time I said Fall was my favorite. I shouldn't have said that. I hate to displace blame, but Fall and Winter have a way of weighing a person down and that Winter - she's quite persistent. Look, it's April and she's still around. I just want you to know that if I hurt your feelings that it wasn't my intent and I'm truly sorry.

You just never know what you've got until it's gone and that's my lesson in all of this. I came to New York and tried to adapt the ways and forgo my festive wardrobe. But I miss your flirty clothing adorned in bright colors and funky patterns! You were one of the only one that accepted my hot pink nail obsession. I gave into peer pressure - I had a weak moment. Fall and Winter were making me feel like an outcast and basically forced me into these neutral palettes. It was OK for awhile but Fall and Winter don't party like you and Summer. They even enforce this strict dress code of dreary color palettes, thick socks, high boots, and suffocating scarves. Don't get my wrong I was excited at first because it was new - but just like that small stint in middle school with uniforms, it got old after awhile. They don't understand a person's desire for change. Not, like you do.

I've gone on for too long and I know you like to keep things short. I hope we can let bygones be bygones and you find it in your heart to pay me a visit.

Sincerest Apologies,
Alexis

Happy Birthday | Letter To My Twenty-Six Year Old Self

 

Alexis,

Girl, you are old! But fortunately, the none the wiser piece doesn’t apply. I’ve been putting off this letter for sometime, but after a recent breakthrough I felt this was as good a time as any.

You always have these goals of being happy and having a less negative outlook on things. Conveniently, you always chose to overlook the piece about finding happiness within yourself. I can’t tell you that you’ve found that ability or that I’ve discovered some magical trick to help you do so. But, if the past twenty-five years have taught you anything, it should be what happens when you allow your happiness to live and die at the hands of someone else.

I don’t think this is the year for reflection on where you’ve been and where you’re going. Don’t make any plans on how to get from point A to point B. Just live! You have your thirties and beyond to make plans and worry. Twenty-six is your sabbatical year.

If you hear it from no one else, know that I’m proud of you. You’ve accomplished more than I ever imagined that you would. You’ve far exceeded the standard that you initially set for yourself. I’m not saying this is the time to slack off but cruise control should be fine for the next year.

Continue to be strong, determined, and to demand happiness for yourself. Love without the fear of heartbreak. Remember that life is what happens to us while we are making other plans. So, be fearless and just live.

Love,
Yourself at age twenty-five