Dear 21 Year Old Me,

I am writing to let you know that currently I can out run you…school you on the b-ball court…dance longer (and better while I’m at it)…plus I’m stronger than you and your clothes are too big for me.

So…even though I may stretch a little longer than you…recover a little slower than you…and my hair might be a little more gray than yours…I can still kick your butt.

Sincerely,

36 Year Old Me

(P.S. - If you are reading this letter and aren’t 21 year old me…I hope you can overlook the cockiness and hear the encouragement. Just under 3 years ago I was stuck in a rut…miserable with my health and ready to quit. But slowly and steadily…day by day (with help from faith and friends) I was able to turn disgust into discipline and desire. I am still learning and trying to take better care of myself…but I just thought you might want to know it can be done…don’t give up!)