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

Dear Me,

If this letter has somehow reached you at the remarkable age of one hundred, I must begin by saying: well done.

Not everyone makes it that far, and I sincerely hope you’re still walking with reasonable dignity and not terrifying the local café staff by ordering things you absolutely shouldn’t eat anymore.

By now you must have seen quite a lot of life.

I imagine the world has changed in ways that would surprise the woman writing this today. Technology will undoubtedly be stranger, fashions will have cycled through several questionable phases, and I suspect people will still be arguing about things that don’t matter very much.

Some things, however, I hope have remained exactly the same.

I hope you still enjoy a good book.

I hope music still makes you pause for a moment and listen.

And I very much hope you still remember the small town that shaped you — Saffron Walden, or Mellow Yellow as you once insisted on calling it.

If you’re anything like the person writing this letter, you’ll still find joy in observing the little things: conversations overheard in cafés, the quiet humor of everyday life, and the strange but wonderful way people continue to surprise us.

And if by some miracle you’re still writing at one hundred — well, I do hope the columns have only improved with age.

After all, experience should count for something.

Take care of yourself, old girl.

And remember one thing above all:

Stay fabulous,
Luce 💋