No Dress Reheasal

If your future self could send you one sentence, what do you hope it would say?

Wow, I just got a note from my future self. My mailman‘s name is Sam and he just delivered it in the mail. It’s pretty cool as the stamp had a picture of Carl Sagan.

It came in a big, highly decorated box with green and purple ribbons and smelled of lilac and patchouli. I opened up one of the boxes and inside was another box. I opened up another box and there was another box. I finally got tom the last box and there was a fortune cookie.

I opened the message and read it slowly.

And wouldn’t you know it, it was an offer for an extended car warranty.

Things never come easy and then I turned over the fortune, cookie message and there in perfect cursive text read the message.

“ This is no dress rehearsal. This is your life.”