02/20/2026
Dear Five-Year-Old Me,
First of all… that haircut? 🙄🙄🙄
Bold choice.
Very “I cut my own bangs but we’re calling it fashion.”
I see you.
You have no idea yet, but that mischievous little half-smile you’re giving the camera? That’s the look of a girl who is about to laugh her way through some very interesting chapters of life.
So listen closely, Sweetie Pie…
Keep your sense of humor.
You’re going to need it.
You’ll grow up to do serious work. Soul work. Heart work. Sit-across-from-people-and-hold-their-grief kind of work. There will be sacred moments. Profound moments. Moments that take your breath away.
And in the middle of all that? There will also be absolute absurdity.
You will learn that humor is holy.
It will save you.
It will soften rooms.
It will disarm fear.
It will help people exhale when they didn’t even know they were holding their breath.
You will discover that laughter and the Afterlife are not opposites.
They are companions.
Keep that sparkle in your blue eyes.
Keep that little grin that says, “Oh, this is going to be interesting.”
Keep the ability to giggle at the plot twists.
Because one day, people will sit across from you in their heaviest moments — and your lightness will remind them that love still wins.
And also… maybe grow out the bangs.
Just a little 🤣🤣🤣
Love,
Future Me