When you are having fun.

I received an email yesterday. Nothing notable about that, you might say. I get about 200 emails a day, offering to help solve my credit problems, to cure my hideously shameful diseases, to rid me of my erectile dysfunction and/or hard-earned cash (No pun intended). So in the course of a day it is not really notable to say that I received an email from somebody.

Except this email came from me.

Waaaa?

I did a double take and then vaguely recalled that last year I visited a web site called "Future Me" (http://www.futureme.org) - It offers a free service where you can fill out a form and set a date for a message to be sent to you. So last year on my birthday I sent this message to myself, one year into the future:

Dear FutureMe,

Today is my 38th birthday. When you get this I will be 39. I hope that things are going OK. You fought with your wife last night and did not make up with her before you dropped her off at work. Your son is 3 years old. You gave him a bath last night and showed him how to brush his teeth. When he went to bed you read him a Thomas the tank engine book, some of the lines you speak through an empty paper towel tube to simulate a bullhorn.

I hope that you are having a good day. Make peace with your wife. Appreciate your son. Life is going by fast, don't keep your head is in the clouds and miss it.

If I could send a message back to 2006, it would be this:

Happy birthday, previous me.

Last night your wife and son took you to dinner where you consumed part of a massive ribeye steak (You are eating the rest for lunch today). Later, your wife and son fell asleep on the couch with you while you watched the Tour de France. After helping them to bed and taking out the garbage, you walked around on your lawn in your bare feet and looked at the stars. It was better than you could have imagined. Now here are the results of some sporting events that I would like you to bet a little money on...

You get the idea.

 

Labels: Bicycling, Life, Time_Travel, Tour_de_France