Dear Future Me: Notes From a Dad in the Thick of It
Hey.
It’s me.
You.
Back when the kids were still little.
Your son is nine.
Your daughter is five.
They’re both still homeschooled.
The house is loud, cluttered, and full of life.
You’re juggling a full-time job, building a side business, and writing blog posts in between math lessons and snack refills.
It’s a lot.
But I hope no matter how far you’ve come…
You haven’t forgotten this version of us.
I Hope You Still Remember the Chaos
The shoes by the door.
The LEGO minefields.
The loud laughter from the kitchen.
The quiet hugs at bedtime.
It’s exhausting.
But it’s real.
You’ll miss this one day.
So I hope you kept choosing presence over productivity, even when that blog post could’ve gone live 20 minutes earlier.
I Hope You’re Still Showing Up
Some days you’re on fire.
Some days you feel like a fraud.
Some days you hit publish.
Some days you barely make it to the end of the day with your sanity.
But you kept going.
You wrote in the margins.
You built when it didn’t feel like anything was working.
You stayed committed to the kind of legacy you wanted to leave.
Don’t forget what it took.
I Hope You Still Talk to God About It All
Not in polished prayers.
But in the in-between.
Before meetings.
After meltdowns.
During the doubts.
You didn’t build this alone.
And I hope you haven’t started pretending you did.
I Hope You Know It Was Worth It
The moments you said “yes” instead of “in a minute.”
The blogs you published that barely got views.
The writing you did even when your brain was toast.
It all mattered.
Even if it didn’t feel like it at the time.
And I Hope You’re Still Writing
Not just for clicks.
Not just for cash.
But because it helps you stay awake to your own life.
Because it helps you remember what’s good, even when it’s hard.
Because it’s your way of handing something down that lasts.
Whatever the future looks like…
Whether the business took off or fizzled out,
Whether you bought the land or kept writing from the kitchen table…
Don’t forget this version of us.
He was tired.
He was trying.
And he kept going.
Write it all down.
Even the messy parts.
Especially the messy parts.
-Kayin
