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dear ten-year-old me
Jul. 31st, 2011 02:29 pmSo I had a birthday. I turned twenty. (Two decades, a fifth of a century, Not A Teenager Any More.) The day before, I made lemon cake with olive oil and rosemary in, and then I made blueberry sauce to put on top.
On the morning of my actual birthday, I sat down before work and wrote a letter to my ten-year-old self. In some ways I'm more like her than, say, my sixteen-year-old self was. And I want to show her this picture of me:
( picture )
One of the things I know is that my ten-year-old self could not have imagined my twenty-year-old self. One of the things I hope is that, if my ten-year-old self could have met my twenty-year-old self, she would have gone, "huh. Okay. Awesome."
The picture is from my birthday (observed), which was yesterday. ( Long descriptions of museums )
Today I have been writing--typing, mostly, again. With everything transferred into the Queen of Spades file, there's about 7.5k done on that. I also have the larger part of an outline. Given that it'll probably be a fairly short novel, that's a good start. If I had a week free, I would probably be able to fill in most of the draft, but... well.
I also am hoping to do some work on the still-untitled short story today, as well as finishing up Ideomancer slush from last week.
...and, of course, work on my presentation for the REU program. We're presenting our research at the end of this week; I'm presenting in front of my research group on Wednesday, as a practice for the other one. So I have to figure out what I'm going to talk about, and what I'm going to do if that one set of measurements doesn't actually work out in the next couple of days, and clip down a couple of videos so I can have some examples in my presentation.
Seems incredible that there are only a couple of weeks left in my program at all. After that, it's back to Minnesota for a couple of weeks, and then I will somehow be a junior in college. I'm already twenty. I can remember, very clearly, a lot of time when twenty was unimaginably old. Not necessarily for a person to be, but for me, specifically, to be.
On the other hand, the day after my birthday I wrote a letter to my thirty-year-old self, who I cannot imagine at all. So I think maybe it just goes on like this, on and on into your life until you look backward and forward and realize that every ten years you are more like your ten-years-past self than you possibly would've imagined then, and that your ten-years-on self is unimaginable, and every day of your life is easing you along in that chain.
I kind of like the thought that my thirty-year-old self will be more like me than I can currently imagine. I hope she's nice. You'll all meet her someday, and then you can let me know what you think.
On the morning of my actual birthday, I sat down before work and wrote a letter to my ten-year-old self. In some ways I'm more like her than, say, my sixteen-year-old self was. And I want to show her this picture of me:
( picture )
One of the things I know is that my ten-year-old self could not have imagined my twenty-year-old self. One of the things I hope is that, if my ten-year-old self could have met my twenty-year-old self, she would have gone, "huh. Okay. Awesome."
The picture is from my birthday (observed), which was yesterday. ( Long descriptions of museums )
Today I have been writing--typing, mostly, again. With everything transferred into the Queen of Spades file, there's about 7.5k done on that. I also have the larger part of an outline. Given that it'll probably be a fairly short novel, that's a good start. If I had a week free, I would probably be able to fill in most of the draft, but... well.
I also am hoping to do some work on the still-untitled short story today, as well as finishing up Ideomancer slush from last week.
...and, of course, work on my presentation for the REU program. We're presenting our research at the end of this week; I'm presenting in front of my research group on Wednesday, as a practice for the other one. So I have to figure out what I'm going to talk about, and what I'm going to do if that one set of measurements doesn't actually work out in the next couple of days, and clip down a couple of videos so I can have some examples in my presentation.
Seems incredible that there are only a couple of weeks left in my program at all. After that, it's back to Minnesota for a couple of weeks, and then I will somehow be a junior in college. I'm already twenty. I can remember, very clearly, a lot of time when twenty was unimaginably old. Not necessarily for a person to be, but for me, specifically, to be.
On the other hand, the day after my birthday I wrote a letter to my thirty-year-old self, who I cannot imagine at all. So I think maybe it just goes on like this, on and on into your life until you look backward and forward and realize that every ten years you are more like your ten-years-past self than you possibly would've imagined then, and that your ten-years-on self is unimaginable, and every day of your life is easing you along in that chain.
I kind of like the thought that my thirty-year-old self will be more like me than I can currently imagine. I hope she's nice. You'll all meet her someday, and then you can let me know what you think.
