Dear Future Self,
I sit here today obscurely troubled. I have problems at work, the children are a constant source of worry, I am fat and unfit, and I am getting older by the minute.
Can’t you at least try, for my sake, to make the effort to change? Will you always be dominated by nagging worries, will you always be dissatisfied, prone to mood swings, unhappy with your appearance, your relationship’s and your career?
Come on, get your finger out. I’m relying on you. Don’t let me down.
Yours sincerely,
Your Past Self