Dear 2000 Jodi,

Hey you! You’re never going to guess what 2025 Jodi did today. She? We? I? made an appointment at a Seating Clinic. Did you know that was a thing? Neither did I, but apparently it’s what you gotta do to get a better wheelchair. Also, we need a wheelchair.

I know! We’re only 53, but the 2020s have not been kind to us. However, you’ve kept this blog going for 25 years. How rad is that?

While I have your attention you 28-year-old ding dong, let me drop a little bit more wisdom I’ve gained over the years. I know you’re screeching, Don’t tell me what to do. I’m gonna try anyway

1. You worry too much about men loving you. It doesn’t matter. They will love you in the best way possible, maybe not always the way you want or when you want, but they will. Love you.
2. Stop ignoring your body. You’re gonna have a stroke when you’re 50 and it’s gonna suck.
3. And while we’re at it, stop with the all lowercase thing. We get it, e.e. cummings, you’re sensitive and literary. You’re also embarrassing your future self. Knock it off.
4. Your stroke is gonna make typing and seeing and reading really really hard. Type more while you can. Some day you’re gonna dictate these blog posts into a Notes app and each paragraph ends with “paragraph no no new paragraph no.”
5. Yeah, there is a five. “There is no five” was fucking annoying. I’m glad you knocked that off years ago.
6. That stupid blog you start when you’re smoking cigarettes in Prior Lake is going t change your life. It’s going to get you up for a career in marketing and freelancing. It’s gonna go on for 25 fucking years and bring the absolute best people into your life. It is your life‘s work.
7. I got some bad news. Grammu died. So did our dad. Uncle Danny died. Uncle George died. So did all dad’s brothers. Jodi Hanson‘s mom. Betty died and so did Burger boy. A lot of people died. Your heart breaks 1 million billion times and yet you go on. You love harder than you ever have before. It’s fucking amazing .
8. 2020 is gonna suck and 2021 and then your dad‘s gonna die and then you’re gonna have a stroke so buckle up, buttercup. It’s gonna be a bumpy ride. You’re gonna be fine.

Listen up 2020, 28-year-old Jodi, I know you’re one lonely motherfucker. Here’s the thing, you haven’t met all the people you’re gonna love yet. Here in 2025 you have so many people you love who love you right back. It’s bewildering and amazing. The hold you up in your darkest, bleakest times and rive you the strength to go on when life takes a hard left.

It’s all good and beautiful. You need that reminder right now. Not only do you have to go to a seating clinic, you gotta find a Social Security attorney. The government won’t let you on the dole. It’s a whole thing I won’t get into now. It will probably work out. Something will happen.

Love you, ding dong,
2025 Jodi

P.S. Darling Ones, I legit need a Social Security attorney. The government denied my appeal and so I can’t get any further in the process alone. Know anyone or where to look? Thanks! XOXO, Jodi