Dear Chynna,

I’ve always written letters to our past selves, but really what good will that do? We can’t go back and change the past, we can only learn from it. I thought that this time around, we’d have a go at writing to our future self.

I also didn’t want to write a generic letter that states the goals that I want to be achieved at this certain time, blah blah blah. I’m still at a stage in my life where I don’t know exactly where I want to be in say 5 years time. I just know that I want us to be happy, as cheesy as that sounds, and have a book published. Whether we’ll be in a long-term relationship or by ourselves, as long as we’re happy that is all that matters.

Ideally, we should be settled, living away from home and in a job that makes us financially stable. I think those are realistic expectations, so it’s all about taking the steps to achieve these goals. 

In the pursuit of happiness, things get difficult but it’s what we do that makes the difference. Do we just sit there and moan and complain that nothing is going right? Or do we stand up and do something about it? 

Life has its ups and downs but with a good support system then you know that things are going to be okay. Life is not perfect but that’s what makes it fascinating, exciting, amazing. If we let all the bad shit that happens to us get in the way then we would be worn down to a husk of a human being.

When we feel like crying, let it out. When we feel down, find someone to talk to. When you feel happy, share that with someone. When something good has happened in your life, shout it from the rooftops!

I am a firm believer in karma – put good into the universe, and you will be rewarded, no matter how small. No one needs negative vibes – we only subscribe to positive ones. 

Of course, not every day will be a good day – it’s unrealistic to expect that but if we go about life with a positive mindset and just keep doing us then it’s going to be alright. The goals we’ve set, we will have achieved by now because you know what? We. Got. This. 

Love and peace, baby girl. We the best.

Chynna x

A Letter to my 16-year old self | A Letter to my 18-year old self

You can read the letter to my 16-year old self here.

Dear Chynna,

Where do I even start with you? You’re a literal mess and still about boys ruling your life. I know… you don’t purposely do this. If only time travel existed and I could go back in time and shout at you for getting in a relationship so quickly. In fact if I owned a DeLorean or a TARDIS, Lord knows I would travel so far back to save you. At the same time, there’s all that lesson learnt and shit and you have to learn from your mistakes and you grow from them, blah blah blah. Whatever.

If you had the self awareness (I saaaaaay that, but it’s a bit hit and miss sometimes) that you do now then you wouldn’t have wasted your first year of university with a guy who dumps you because you decided to go for a great opportunity and study in China. Boys ain’t sHIT, girl. They still ain’t sHIT.

My advice for you would be to get out there and enjoy the independence you have now gained. You attended an all-girls school for most of your life, so I get it – you’re socially awkward when it comes to boys and so you got all googly eyed at the first guy who showed interest in you. I get it. (You still sort of get like that now – not as bad, but yeah) I really do want you to go out and make new friends, though.

Go and join that creative writing club. Go out every single week and get fucking wasted. Attend lectures with the most hanging hangover you could manage. Meet boys and kiss them, but don’t fall in love. Live on Chinese takeout and waste your student loan on useless things from IKEA. Most of all, make the most of your first year of university. At least when you get back from China, Mutay started her first year. What a life saver.

Nevertheless, I love your big head. You’re a stupid big head, but I love you. If you and I met, I’d probably knock you out but that’ll never happen, so you’re lucky.

C x

PS. What the fuck were you thinking in attempting to move in with that doofus? He ends up losing your deposit, FFS. You’re a moron. Love you, though.