Dear Future Me

So, my latest thing has been writing letters. Actually, it's not really anything new, but I've been doing it much more frequently lately. I don't even have a journal anymore, I just have a book full of letters to people. So I decided to write a letter to me in the future, and decided to share it on here as well.

Dear Naomi,

What year is it? Actually, knowing you (or me, or us...) it's probably only about three months later...but that's okay. Just wanted to remind you...us...of a few things to remember.
Don't hold grudges. I hope that any grudges I'm holding now, you're not holding when you read this. Learn to let go. Choose your battles wisely- not every fight is worth it. Don't be quick to judge; give people a chance before you write them off. Remember that appearance isn't everything, but sometimes, it can tell you a heck of a lot about a person.
Don't be pessimistic and negative about everything, always give hope and optimism a chance. Let yourself live; you don't always have to worry about every little thing. Maintain your drive (or, my drive) and strive to accomplish your goals, but make sure you're aware of any consequences  that may result. Don't push people away...you'll need them.
Remember that there's a time to be a perfectionist, but also a time to step back and see the beauty in the rawness of things.
Never lose your faith. Never forget that without God, you would be nothing. In every sense possible. Don't get a big head, don't think you can do anything without Him, and never be ashamed. Continue to grow in Him and take every step according to His perfect will. Don't try to deviate from His will just because you're impatient. Oh, and don't be impatient.
Continue to be yourself  but never stop striving to be the best you can be. Don't get discouraged and give up. 
And last but not least...for goodness sakes, stop falling in love. It's only going to get your hurt. Either hurt or angry, or annoyed, or all three. Wait until it feels right. Again, don't be impatient. Remember that boys are idiots. And that I (which means you) hate them most of the time. Don't be charmed by blue eyes...again. But do be charmed by a Southern accent. If you come across a Southern boy...accept his flaws and marry him. I mean it. I wouldn't forgive you if you didn't.
So (find a better word than "so", please, even if you have to come up with it yourself) marry a Southern boy, settle into a cozy house, adopt a hundred kittens (no, only three), follow and love God always, and live your dreams.

Sincerely,
Me.
or You.
or Us.
Kbye.