A Letter to Myself

Dear Me,
I've noticed that lately you've not been as satisfied with your life as you could be. You seem stressed and a bit frustrated, I'm assuming that is due to your not quite satisfactory work situation. You've also not been looking after yourself enough and you health is suffering. Do you think getting a cold in the summer is a coincidence? And you didn't even have had a fun day in the rain to get it. It just simply appeared.
Anyway, initially I was going to ask you what was up and give you some encouraging words of support. But the more I think about it all, the more I feel like just shaking you and yelling: "Snap out of it!" Don't you realise that you live in one of the most exciting cities in the world, your private life is nothing short of perfect, you have a lovely home, some great friends and a job that, albeit boring, is not without its advantages. Your desk nearly overlooks Trafalgar Square, for crying out loud! So, why don't you stop blaming the recession, life, the gods, your mother, my mother, everybody else's mother and their dog for your current frame of mind, get off your lazy back side and start doing the things you enjoy? I'll tell you what - why don't you take advantage of the break in the rain and head off to Roman Road market? Or Broadway Market? Or do a tour of the charity shops? I'm sure you can mind some clothes to destroy in your ambition to step in your grandfather's tayloring shoes. Go on, get out of here...!
I'll see you later. Have a great day.
Love,
Me