It’s me; 1987 Ryan! How’s it going, man?
Look, I heard that you’ve been taking things kind of hard lately, so I thought I’d pay you a visit and see if I can’t set you straight.
I know this Winter has sucked. I know that your job isn’t the most desired way to spend your day. I know that you have those moments where you just wish you could be so much more than you really are. Work a little harder. Be a little more creative. Be a better husband. Take better care of yourself.
Some days are going to be harder than others. You may find that you’re not living up to the projections you’ve assigned yourself. You may find yourself negatively affecting the lives of those you love the most due to sheer frustration. You may find yourself confused as to why you can’t just get it together, and in tune, those around you may start to feel the same way.
I get all of that stuff, I really, really do.
I just wanted to let you know that everything is going to be okay.
Really. It’s going to be fine. You’re going to make it. I know you will. It’ll get better, and you’ll be okay.
Listen, I wouldn’t have traveled 21 years into the future for no good reason. You just need to calm down, focus on the positives and do what you need to do. I expect nothing less from you; in fact, I think you owe it to me. You promised me that you would never lose sight of the things that made you happy; the things that you felt you needed to do to make a lasting and positive mark on the world. You’re so much better than the things that attempt to destroy you, and you know it.
So buck up, and don’t let me down.
Everything is going to be okay.