A dear love dug out this yearbook find from 1999. This is me both then and now and there is comfor in that. I was not worried about the future and I think I took things a day at a time. Even still, I wish I could have told that person to keep better notes, to speak their own truths with boldness, to let themself dream even more fully. But more than looking back, I want to look forward. What would you tell yourself twenty-some years into the future?