A LETTER TO MY CHILDHOOD SELF

This is a letter I wrote now, at 49, to my childhood self. I didn’t notice until reading it one last time — there’s no mention of what college I went to, business school, doctoral program. Nothing about athletic accomplishments or professional achievements. All of these things seem near meaningless when you step back and look at your fondest life experiences, relationships and growths. This was a really fun endeavor, I hope some out there do the same.