October Seventh

Dear future Jamie,

Waking up and hitting the snooze button more than 3 times is never a good sign. All productivity gone out the window before you’ve even properly opened your eyes.

When you finally did get out of bed, you were already annoyed with the world. But why? It has done nothing wrong. Nothing to hurt you, nothing to delay you. That was your hand hitting the snooze button, your brain convinced that you could get away with ten more minutes, and another, and another. No.

You see, that withdrawn, bored expression you wore on your face as you oh-so-casually ate your cereal this morning was looking straight at your mother. She was thrilled to have you there, just for your company. Even if you did look like you’d had your toes deliberately run over by a shopping trolley.

That solitude you were so desperate for really should have been left at home. There were beautiful people desperately happy to see you again. That was completely obvious by their excited embraces.

Future Jamie, take note, tomorrow is a new day, a new chance. Perhaps you should hit snooze one less time. Maybe you could even work up a smile before you decide to share your breakfast with animosity. Tomorrow, Jamie, you have the opportunity to be brilliant. Take it, and I promise it will be different.