Dear future self around age 45. Hey girl! Listen to that! Lots of talk about some of their just gonna jump right in. I hope you're even hotter than I am now. Truly I'm fine with this level of hotness. And we know the guys are too. Can I get a HAY future self? I'm really if I'm gonna just get progressively hotter. In the way that lobsters get progressively bigger and never stop getting hot. Slash bink. Until I die on an ocean floor or in the arms of a wealthy new Englander. That would be great! And future me. I still throw pennies and founds so I know you do too. So I need you to grow up into what you used to be. Because I've recently entered this pit of soggy cigarette stubs we call the dunk to it. And no one warned me about dancing in nightclubs. One warned me that boys can kiss without loving. No one taught me how to do that too. So future me around age 45. I need you to dream about kissing boys like you used to. When your third grade crush cast Kaplan was the only face to dance with you. And neither of you knew how to break one another yet. I hope you found love. I hope you give love. I hope you still bleed love for all the right things. I hope you still scream. Because too many people brush me off as a college student with passion. I said that's not something to be afraid of. You've used to be. I hope you're still dancing your words in kerosene and setting them on fire. Because let's be honest. What else is there to do? And everyone tells me keep this passion. Don't get jaded. Always be surprised by the way you feel on the floor every morning. Well listen, I have plans. World changing. Earth shifting. Clean water every morning. Guns are nothing more than doorstuffs. A good night kiss on every forehead spreading plans. And telling a 21 year old not to get jaded is the most laughably ineffectual piece of non-action offered to my cause. And so by the time you 45 year old self are walking around in that slamming body of yours. But we will have a spider man and superman and wonder woman this miles on to 8.5 billion faces. Because that's a predicted population for 2035. And perhaps my provato still strikes you as the ignorant infallibility of a young adult yet to supergravity and time. But 45 year old self I'm publicly saying all of this now because when I was 8 my mom was my superhero. But now I'm older and she's fallible. And so all I have to look up to is you. I'm all future self. And I still think you are going to be capable of facing the world and pretending to face up your sneakers and go outside. I'm a little lost for heroes right now. You're all I have loved. Love and Tonya. Woohoo!