Dear Mr. Henshaw,
I haven't written in a long time so I thought I'd drop a line. I just re-read all my entries and it made me sad in parts.
I felt sad for the 23 year old Emily, who was obviously in a lot of pain because her mother had recently died.
I feel like this immense feeling of relief too, that I got through all that somehow and have come through - relatively well-adjusted and still a good, caring person. At least I hope I am. I am 30 now and I don't feel that sense of crushing depression anymore, I don't know how or why, maybe when you are older, things just automatically get put into perspective in your mind?
I also feel really happy that the friends I had then, at 23, are still my friends now.
I feel sad that I don't spend time daydreaming anymore. I must make more time for this.
Wow, I'm 30. Imagine when I'm 40, rereading all my journal entries from when I was 30 (although, I never write in a journal now, instead I write probably too-long and too-informative e-mails to close friends). Will I marvel at how naive I was? How much more have I got to learn? I hope a lot, but also not too much.
Mr. Henshaw, I do try to live in the moment and I often have to stop myself from "can't waiting" for some future thing to happen that will apparently fulfill me, but I can't help but wonder what these next ten years will hold for me.
And as a journal entry really would not be complete with some mention of food. I could really sink my teeth into a good burger and a mass of thick, crinkly salty fried potatoes right now.