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When I was in eighth grade, I had a teacher that had us write letters to our future selves. We could write or put whatever we wanted in this letter, and he would send it to us the week we graduated from high school. I remember being excited when I opened it and found $20, but there was something else I had written that stays with me more. When I was a senior in high school, I was ready to walk away from horses. I was frustrated, exhausted, and couldn’t find the joy of being a