Redominatelife

A Letter to My 100–Year–Old Self

Dear Future Me,

Wow. 100 years old. You made it. That alone is a testament to the way you cared for yourself, stayed focused, and prioritized what truly mattered. I’m writing this from the present—at 37—just to say thank you.

Thank you for taking care of yourself through sleep. Rest was never just an afterthought for us; it was a foundation. When the world glorified busyness, you chose renewal. You respected your body, listened when it needed to slow down, and in doing so, you gave yourself longevity. I appreciate that.

Thank you for staying focused on just one or two things. Writing has always been our anchor, our way of making sense of the world. You didn’t chase every distraction. You knew that real mastery, real fulfillment, came from giving yourself fully to what mattered most. Writing was our truth, and you honored it.

Thank you for the memories. I may not remember them all when I reach you, but I know you carried them well. The long nights of creating, the simple joys of eating fufu and soup, the feeling of the controller in our hands playing NBA 2K—these moments made life rich. I hope you still smile when you think of them.

Thank you for staying a dread. Not just in hair, but in spirit. You stood firm, embraced patience, and carried the weight of wisdom with pride. You didn’t let the world shake your roots. You remained grounded in who you were.

Most importantly, thank you for making the family stronger and bigger. If we did it right, we built something meaningful—something that lasts beyond us. Whether through love, wisdom, or simply being present for the next generation, you made sure that the name, the bond, and the values stayed strong.

I hope you’re still writing, still resting well, still laughing, and still passing on the legacy. You did well.

With gratitude,
Your thirty something-Year-Old Self

Until next time..