I was opening the mail (the real mail, the one delivered by an actual, live person) and between the bills and solicitations, was a single letter, addressed to me, in sloppy — but recognizable — handwriting.
Recognizable because the handwriting was mine.
At first, I didn’t recall sending myself any mail. I opened the letter and began to read. And then I remembered. This was a letter from past Peter to future Peter. At the Bregman Leadership Intensive, participants write a letter to themselves that we send to them months later. This time, I had participated and written one to myself.
