This weekend, I turned 35(!) and we hosted a whirlwind of activity at SOMArts. One of the activities was a writing workshop, led by my Feast of Words co-host Irina Zadov, where people wrote letters to their past and future selves.
The biggest thing about turning 35 for me is that I’m now either teetering on the brink or officially disqualified from several emerging leader support systems that have been critical to me in recent years. Which is as it should be … time to send the elevator back down.
With the combination of birthday + writing exercise fresh in my mind, I wrote a letter to myself at age 25 when I was just starting out my career. And if I had read this when I was 25 I would have been all like “I am totally doing all this already.” Because I knew everything. Anyway … CONTINUE READING ]




