💫 Daily Prompt 18.10.2026

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If you could go back in time and give your younger self advice, what would it be?

Oh, for heaven’s sake, WordPress!

AGAIN?!

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Didn’t we just have this conversation?

On 11 October, you asked what I know now that would have saved my younger self a lot of pain.

Yesterday, you asked what I’ve done that my past self would be proud of.

And today?

You want me to travel back in time and give her advice.

Djezes! My younger self is going to be absolutely exhausted!

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At this rate, she’ll see me coming and hide behind the curtains.

But all right.

Apparently, WordPress has invented a time machine, and I might as well make use of it.

So here goes.

Dear Younger Me,

Yes, it’s me.

Again.

Your future self.

Before you say anything, I know.

We’ve already had several conversations this week.

And yes, I realise you’re probably getting rather tired of listening to an older woman appearing out of nowhere and telling you how to live your life.

Especially when that older woman is…

YOU!

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But I promise I’ll try to keep this visit short.

First of all, stop worrying so much about what everyone else thinks.

You’re never going to please everybody.

And quite frankly, some people wouldn’t be satisfied even if you delivered the moon to their doorstep with a ribbon around it.

Learn to say no.

Trust your intuition.

And please, stop apologising for things that aren’t your fault.

We’ve discussed this already, haven’t we?

Yes?

Good.

Moving on.

Keep writing.

Remember those notebooks filled with poems and stories?

Don’t stop filling them.

One day, you’re going to have your own blog.

And you’re going to write.

A LOT.

Poetry, stories, memories, reflections and all sorts of things that wander through that wonderfully chaotic brain of yours.

You’ll even make friends with people around the world through your words.

Oh, and you’ll start creating your own music too!

Yes, really.

Actual songs.

Released into the world.

Under the name The Afterlove Voice.

I know.

You’re probably staring at me as though I’ve completely lost my mind.

Just wait until I tell you about artificial intelligence.

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Actually, perhaps we should leave that conversation for another day.

It’s complicated.

And speaking of complicated…

One day, you’re going to live on a beautiful island called Fuerteventura.

There will be sunshine, mountains, beaches and wonderful people.

Sounds lovely, doesn’t it?

Well…

BUY A FAN!

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And perhaps invest in a lifetime supply of coffee.

Because you’re going to need it.

Especially when the Sahara decides to send half its sand across the Atlantic.

Oh, and one more thing.

One day, you’ll accidentally type ARENA 51 instead of Area 51.

DO NOT CORRECT IT!

Trust me.

That one little extra N will become an entire alien conspiracy.

There will be a mysterious Fuerteventura stratoport.

Aliens.

Calima.

A dog demanding air conditioning.

And you’ll actually write songs about the whole thing.

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No, I haven’t been drinking.

I gave that up years ago.

This is genuinely what happens.

And before you ask, yes, we’re still a little weird.

But we’ve learned to enjoy it.

Now, I should probably get back to the future.

I’ve got coffee to drink, music to make and another WordPress prompt waiting for me.

But before I go, here’s the one thing I really want you to know.

You’re going to survive more than you can imagine.

There will be difficult chapters.

There will be heartbreak.

There will be moments when you question yourself.

But there will also be love, laughter, five wonderful children, grandchildren, animals, music and so many beautiful memories.

You won’t always get everything right.

Nobody does.

And you don’t need to.

Just keep learning.

Keep creating.

Keep that sense of humour.

And never stop being curious about the world.

Most importantly…

Never give up on yourself.

Love,

Your older, slightly wiser, considerably more caffeinated self.

P.S. If another woman claiming to be you appears tomorrow with more advice, tell her WordPress has already used up its weekly time-travel allowance.

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And there we have it.

Another visit to my younger self.

At this point, I think she’s entitled to charge me rent.

Or at least demand compensation for emotional inconvenience.

So, WordPress, darling…

Could we perhaps have a different question tomorrow?

Something about music?

Animals?

Food?

Aliens?

Actually, scratch that last one.

We’ve already caused enough trouble with the aliens.

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If I could give my younger self one final piece of advice, it would be to keep her heart kind, her spirit curious and her sense of humour intact. Life is going to be quite an adventure.

And for goodness’ sake, younger me, don’t forget the coffee!