Time-Traveler’s Note: Checking In at 100

Write a letter to your 100-year-old self.

Dear 100-Year-Old Me,

Well, well, well… Look who made it to a full century! Either you’ve unlocked some secret superpower, or modern medicine has outdone itself. But let’s be honest—there was always something stubborn about you. Even time probably gave up arguing with you and just let you be.

First things first—how are the bones? Do they still creak like an old wooden door, or have you upgraded to a smoother model? And what about those so-called ‘laugh lines’? Are they proof of a life well-lived or just gravity’s cruel joke?

Tell me, have you finally stopped overthinking and just enjoyed life? Did you take that long vacation with your husband without feeling guilty about the kids? Did you start that business, write that book, or are you still saying, “Maybe next year?”

“Life is either a daring adventure or nothing at all.” – Helen Keller.

I hope you made it a grand adventure, with stories so wild that your great-grandkids think you’re making them up.

Are you still cracking jokes and embarrassing your family at gatherings? I sincerely hope so. Because what’s the point of reaching 100 if you’re not having fun with it?

And before I go—one last thought to ponder: Did you just count your years, or did you make your years count?

With love (and fewer wrinkles than you),
Your Mischievous, Middle-Aged Self