Letter to My (Older) Self

Dear older Alejandra:

Time has flown, hasn’t it? Ten years have passed, and I really, really hope that, above all, you are happy. I hope that, by this time, you have found whatever makes you truly and utterly happy. You are still young and, if you have found it, then you have plenty of time to enjoy it. Life is too short and, at this point, it is forbidden to waste it. Be happy in every single way possible.

I am curious to know how things have unfold because I am writing to you from a time when there is a lot of uncertainty. I hope by the time you read this letter, you have overcome fear. That fear that sometimes was always present. I hope that by 2027 you are looking back to July 1st, 2017 and think something like, “Man how scared I was, but it ended up working out, and it was totally worth it. Who could have imagined what was about to happen!”

Are you still writing? If the answer is yes, then that means we were not too bad, and we actually got somewhere with it. I hope that whatever you are working on, it involves this art. We always loved books and stories, so please, please tell me that we did not lose that love and that we are still learning new tricks.

Speaking of work, by this time you should not be looking for a job. Jobs should be looking for you. I want you to remember this summer of 2017 and think about those companies that got rid of you because you were not worth enough to keep. I want to confirm that, during these ten years that have gone by, you have proven everybody wrong, even ourselves.

Now, going to more important things: Are you loving yourself properly? I hope that the answer is a big, giant “Yes.” And if the answer is “More less” or “Maybe,” then I do not know what to tell you. Probably I would want to slap you, but I know how stubborn and adamant we could be. Guess we will always be rams, won’t we?

Finally, I hope these ten years have been wonderful and that you have lived them with the people you love the most. I hope you have enjoyed the process that has taken you where you are. And if that is not the case, it is never late. Be brave and go for it. We can do it. We can totally still do it.

Love,

Me

Letter to My (Older) Self

Letter to My (Younger) Self

Dear young Ale,

I hope you are doing good, and that you are enjoying your Friday night. Come on, you are 22 years old; you HAVE to enjoy your Friday night. Actually, you know what? I hope you are doing whatever you want. Probably you are doing some homework, so you do not have to do it during the weekend. That is okay, but if you are going to do that on a Friday night, then make it worth it: understand whatever you are reading. Please THINK.

About the future I am not going to say anything, but let me tell you that it you would never imagine where you are or the things that are awaiting for you. I have a bit of advice, though. First of all, enjoy your family more. You do not realize how important they are and how you take them for granted sometimes. Be with them, get to know them better, talk to them more. The Butrones might be crazy, but they are awesome too.

Second: DO NOT BE LAZY. THINK. Be conscious of everything that you do. Every decision counts, and even the simplest one can change your life forever. Start having goals and do your best all the time. You are smart so trust yourself more often. You will be fine, I promise. I know that people think you need to be overprotected, but you really do not.You are strong and you can do whatever you set your mind to.

Third: Love yourself. I know that you have been feeling like the ugly, little duck for while but trust me: appearances are not everything in this life. It feels good to look good, I am not going to lie. But do not let that tiny, little detail get in the way of your self-esteem and confidence. It is better to have a good attitude and be a nice person. You are a nice person already, but you need to learn a thing or two still.

Fourth: Speak more. Nobody is going to bite you if you do, even if you say something stupid. Who cares? Do not be scared of being made fun of. Again, do not take it (yourself) that seriously. Expressing yourself to yourself and to others is very important, so give a shot every once in a while.

Fifth and final: Be happy. Time passes so fast that you do not even notice. Next thing you know is that you are 32 years old, and still you do not have your life figured out just yet. But you know what? That is fine because at 22, 32, or 42, nobody really does anyway.

Love,

Me

Letter to My (Younger) Self

Dear Abuelo

Yesterday was Father’s Day and it had not sunk in until our waiter at the dinner place asked us if we had celebrated our dads already. We said no and then I thought about you. I thought what would have done if I were there and you were there. Probably we would have had a late lunch with all the family; some rice, mole, tequila, and cake for you. Yeah, that sounds about right.

I miss you. I miss you more than you can imagine. I wish I could have been with you to watch  the “Selección,” scream “¡GOOOOOOOL!” at the top of our lungs, and curse the useless players every time they did something stupid in the field. I wish we could have discussed every highlight of the match all day long and then speculate about the result of the next oneI am pretty sure that you were watching it too, first row.

How I enjoyed talking to you, but even more, how I enjoyed to listen to you. You had the most amazing stories. I wish I would have recorded everything you said and then write the most amazing book ever. You had the best ghost stories! I think that is why I like them so much and why I was always eager to hear you telling them over and over again. They will not ever, ever get old.

I love how much you enjoyed to ask me questions about the world, although most of the time you knew more than I did. Abuelo you were so wise; I wish I had more time to learn from you. I will always be amazed of how much you knew about so many things and, specially, how you managed to learn them all by yourself. You are amazing!

Thank you for all the big and small things you did for me every day. If it wasn’t for you, I would not know how to drive, how to shine my shoes, how to change a bulb, and how to ride a bicycle. I think if it wasn’t for you, I would not love soccer and the Tuzos, I wouldn’t know about sports and how to treat a swollen knee. I wouldn’t know how to dance and how to appreciate life as it is. Like you always used to say: “La vida es tan bonita, hija” (life is so beautiful, my child). And it is, Abuelo. It is.

I write this while listening to your favorite song, and all I can say is “THANK YOU.” You are my hero and I feel lucky that I not only had a dad but a grand dad. And what a grand dad! You are my angel and my guide; I know that you are wherever I am. Thank you, abuelito, thank you so much for everything. You are THE BEST.

Te amo, Abuelo

Dear Abuelo