The past, present, and future versions of myself have always had a rocky relationship. They’re constantly at odds with each other, arguing about what I should have been doing before, what I’m doing right now, and what I should do later.
It’s really hard to get along with me.
But as I go through college, and life in general, I’m trying to improve my relationship with myselves. In particular, I’m trying to make present me do nice things for future me, so that future me doesn’t get upset with past me. For example, I’m moving a load of furniture and other essentials down to my apartment tomorrow afternoon, and I packed everything up tonight. Then, since I needed some clean clothes to wear, (things were getting desperate) I did two loads of laundry, and folded everything up and put it away. I even de-cluttered for a little bit and got rid of some clothes that I knew I wasn’t going to wear again/take to back to college with me.
Hell, I even cleaned out and organized my purse.
But you know what I didn’t do? I still haven’t written my cover letter for a grant I’m applying to. It’s due in two days, and this is all I’ve written:
To whom it may concern,
I have no idea why you want to read more shameless self-promotion, since you already have my personal statement, resume, and research proposal, but here we go. I’m great, and you should give me money.
Yep. I clearly have an innate talent for writing these kinds of things. With this short, crisp letter I am positive I’ll get the grant. My future self will certainly thank me for doing all this work.
She won’t be angry or stressed at all. Not one bit.
Here’s my dilemma: I want to go to bed. I want to get up and write this tomorrow, when I’m hopefully more awake and motivated. But I also don’t want future me to get pissed off. So, consider this blog post my formal memento to her: I’m sorry. I was tired, and you’ll do a better job anyway. In just a few days, this will all be turned in and over with, and all you’ll have to do is wait. Cheers!
But what about you? Do you take issue with different versions of yourself? Or is that just me? Comment down below and let me know. If you’ve ever procrastinated, like this post and follow my lovely blog. Or don’t. I’m not your mom or whatever.