A Letter From My Past Self

This week you voted for “The Power of Choice” for the Seeds of Change audio drop, and it reminded me of a letter I came across recently — one I wrote to myself in 2019 through a website called FutureMe. 

If you’d be so kind, as we’re still getting to know each other through this space, I’d like to share it with you here. 

If you're an audio person, you can find the recording of this newsletter in the 

Seeds of Change channel, here.

The main thing I want you to know about this letter is that it feels like I could have written it yesterday — with one beautiful caveat: my desire to make choices from “the very essence of my being — the cross-section of body, mind, and heart… or said another way, instinct, intuition, and love” — is no longer a longing. It’s a way of being.

And “the wise, soft woman who sits behind the wheel” feels more present than ever, guiding my choices from the place where “alignment sits gracefully in harmony with integrity.”

The values, devotion, and essence at the heart of this letter haven’t changed — but the confidence, the access to truth and knowing, the lived experience of embodied choice… those are deeply rooted in me now.

Take a deep breath and read it slowly.

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💌 A letter from my past self — February 24, 2019

Dear Me,

I am substituting a desire to write in my journal about my feelings (as one does) with this cheeky digital letter to my future self, which is at present, you. 

Ah, Life. So complex and so simple at the same time. It makes my head spin and my heart throb — and for what? To feel alive, I suppose.

What a muscle we must learn to build as humans: the ability to make thousands of tiny choices, one after the next — day by day, year by year, lifetime by lifetime.

And to think these momentary choices become the stitches that weave together the fabric of our lives.

My desire is to make choices from the very essence of my being; the cross-section of body, mind, and heart. Or said another way: instinct, intuition, and love. 

But it is not yet innate in me to do all three at once. It is not yet natural for me to make a choice with my heart or gut, and not doubt it with my head. Or to make a choice with my head and feel heavy in my heart and in my bones.

I am learning this, though.

It takes much practice — unyielding devotion to my desire, in fact — to keep coming back to the place inside where alignment sits gracefully in harmony with integrity.

Yet as I move through the world, I have learned that it is not what choices I make, but HOW I make them that shall make up the great tapestry of my life.

To continue with the metaphor...

At present, my tapestry is being made of the richest threads: honesty, courage, integrity, laughter, commitment, respect, vulnerability, movement, curiosity, love, contact, and communication.

And to think — how exhilarating that every choice I’m confronted with is an opportunity to reinforce the threads of my character.

May I never take for granted that these fibers require attention, care, patience, and fortification.

I won’t lie — this evening, as I sat down to write this letter, there was a place in my heart that felt sad, alone, empty — confused and doubtful about the choices I had made.

But deeper down, there was a softer place — one that welcomed all of my feelings, a woman that held me, and a voice that told me everything was going to be quite alright.

And now I know that this place, this voice, this wise soft woman — she is the one who sits by the wheel, threading the thread of courage, threading the thread of laughter, of vulnerability, of love — she is the one who, when I feel blue, wraps the very thick and very beautiful story of my life around my body.

And when I feel the comfort of its weight draped over my shoulders, I know I have made a million tiny choices before, and can make a million tiny choices more — and that indeed, all will be well.

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When I read this letter now, I feel such tenderness for her — for me — for the part of us that was still learning to trust that our choices, even the uncertain ones, were the very threads of our becoming.

These days, I know how good it feels to make choices guided by the body’s wisdom, anchored in integrity, and aligned with what’s true. I trust my instinct, intuition, and love.

And this is the work I love guiding clients through most — helping them come home to their clarity, truth, and embodied knowing, so that choice becomes less about pressure, perfection or “getting it right,” and more about peace, confidence, and resillience.

If you’re curious to explore what it feels like to choose from this place, I’d love to dive in with you.

→ Book a free connection call with me here.

From my wise weaver to yours,
Dayna