I’d tell myself that I wouldn’t be surprised if I thought this letter is full of shit, but I’m you, and I’m writing you from 22 years in the future. Here is proof: [At this point I would proceed to prove to my former self that this was legit].
I’d explain I knew I wanted to be wealthy wealthy, but that my 38 year old self has discovered there are things a lot more important than money…but that money makes things a hell of a lot easier. So first off, I’d help myself make an assload of money. [At this point I would have a collection of the most successful IPOs in the last 22 years, and probably one or two sets of winning Powerball numbers, on dates one drawing before record sized jackpots].
Then I’d tell myself to still go to college, but not to go into Accounting, but to do something with writing, train myself to be a better writer, and actually put some time into creating a coherent book that I could shop around.
I’d tell myself my opinion on the girls in my school who I think would go out with me if I’d just ask, and let myself know that in a couple years I’d never see most of them again, so I got nothing to lose.
I’d also tell myself about my wife and my son and explain how I met my wife so I could be at the right place at the right time.
And I’d tell myself that if I didn’t change certain dietary habits, if I thought I was fat at 16, I wouldn’t want to see myself at 38, would probably even send a picture, and I’d tell myself about my current health problems that I could avoid if I just got my act together.
I’d have a HARD time deciding to send it though.