Dear 37 year old Casey

Today, I'm supposed to write a letter to myself in 10 years.  This shall be interesting.

Dear Casey,
     I'm sure you're probably panicking for a number of reasons.  You're almost forty, your son is going through puberty (eek, this thought scares me to my very core) and you're just a panicker.  Maybe in ten years, you won't panic so much.
  
The forty thing shouldn't scare you.  If you're aging according to plan, you probably look barely 30.  Hopefully.  Please don't cut your hair.  Even if Jamie says long hair doesn't look good on a 40 year old.  Please find a style and stick to it.  And hopefully we've kept some weight off.  Even if you've had a second baby.  If you didn't have a second baby, I hope you went to school and you have a career that you always wanted.  But really, I hope this blogging thing has made you famous and your career is just living your every day life.

Remember the day, October 6, when you heard your mom talking to her friend on the phone and she said that you're a good mom, whether you're divorced or not.  I know you have these moments in your life when people have said things to you that really stuck in your mind, and hearing that really made a difference because sometimes you don't think you're doing a good job.  You can raise a child strong in himself and knows the difference between right and wrong because that's how mom raised me, even if I did stumble a few times along the way.

In ten years, maybe you'll have yourself figured out.  Maybe you'll have written a novel.  You will be multifaceted.  Maybe you're married again, this time you did it right and you learned from the first one.  You better have seen Maine and decided to stay there.  You'll see your family grow, you will be proud and all the things you think define you now, won't leave a tiny little scratch on who you are in ten years.

Chin up darling, no one likes it when your mascara runs.