A Letter to Your Future Self

by | Dec 30, 2020 | 4 comments

So proud to share this one. My beautiful daughter wrote an amazing letter, and they published it in The NY Times today.

What would you write to your future self so you don’t forget the lessons you’ve learned in this liminal space?

Here’s what she had to say:

A 12-Year Old’s Letter to Her Post-Pandemic Self.


December 30, 2020


  1. Grace Liaw

    I posted this article to a channel at work and someone wrote: “wasn’t expecting to cry today, but okay 😭”

    Thank you for nurturing Audrey’s capacity to express herself. She has so much to give the world!

    • JAC

      Thanks for sharing it Grace! The letter touched me too…wasn’t sure if it was just because I’m her mom, but something compelled me to try to publish it.

  2. Deborah Myers

    I’m a sixth grade teacher in Southern California and have followed your blog for years. Please tell Audrey that she has a whole class of fans in Yorba Linda. I used her letter as inspiration for my students to write their own letters, and they loved the opportunity to express the emotions they’re feeling now wIth an hopeful eye towards a happier “after”. I hope we all remember to be grateful for those small human interactions we’re all missing so much. Thanks for the lesson, Audrey. Wishing you both peace and good health for the future. Deborah Myers

    • JAC

      Thank you for this, Deborah! I’m so glad that Audrey’s letter was able to inspire so many people! I think it’s so important for all of us to find ways to express and process all of the things we’re feeling during this time.


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