Yesterday we turned 10, which is like 120 in blog years. We’re celebrating all week with postcards we wrote to ourselves in May of 2010.
Today Ann, Emma, and Cassie report back on the present to their younger selves, or at least offer a warning.
Ann Finkbeiner
In May, 2010, I was wondering whether the book I just wrote was any good, what happened to the job I loved, and what a blog might be. Now in May, 2020, I’m wondering what I want to write, how I can handle old age on my own, why I am only now noticing the exquisite beauty of little kids, and whether, when I can finally hug my people again, I will be afraid to.
She was one of our founders and she’s stuck around, thank goodness. Read all of Ann’s LWON posts here. Here’s one about the similarly-ancient people in her own neighborhood.
Cassandra Willyard
Dear 2010 Cassie,
Next year you’ll go to Union Square to see a movie about a deadly pandemic, and you’ll walk out and think, “I have to get the f$&% out of NYC.” Trust your instincts.
Love,
Cassie in 2010
Read all of Cassie’s LWON posts. Many of the most-linked-to ones are about slugs and snot and penises and microbes from hell, but this one’s about the joys of being an idiot.
Emma Marris
Dear Me,
Good news: in 2020 you live in Oregon!
Bad news: Donald Fucking Trump is president, we still haven’t done shit about climate change, and there’s a global viral pandemic!
Good news: You are trying to make things better, every day.
Love, Me
Read all of Emma’s brilliant LWON posts, and yes, that’s what she does, try to make things better. She’s on leave at the moment to write a book, which is fine, because her other book was really good, but we miss her.