Write a letter to your 100-year-old self.

Dead 100 Year Old Me,

We did a thing!

No, we did not bury a body…

We found love – within ourselves. Then we secured a handsome young man who does any and everything for us!

So far, you’ve had four kids, self published eleven books, created your own music, worked in different mediums (again) including pastels, acrylics and alcohol markers! You also started sewing in 2022, after almost two decades of not touching a sewing machine.

Then, you began to crochet. It’s calming and fun!

You were right about people and the world – it never ended. The system did. I sincerely hope you’re still as perky as ever, with great grand children running around…and hopefully you’ve obtained a lilac and hydrangea bush! (Periwinkle, of course)

Until I make it to 100, I am reminding myself to live! I’ve been traveling – and doing so again in June! Forgiveness and love keep you young. And curiosity never killed anyone. Expanding your mind expands your experience.

I hope when you read this, you imagine yourself as the thirty-eight year old woman who endured near death experiences, but never stopped…as a beacon of light for all of humanity. I hope you remember how much we sacrificed, but how much we gained back!

And I hope you’re still dressing how you want!