This post is part of the A to Z Challenge. Each post will be associated with a letter of the alphabet with the theme ‘Letters to my younger self’.
Dearest 25-year-old me,
In a few minutes, you’ll find yourself two persons behind Renee Zellweger at the immigration section of the Toronto Pearson International Airport; returning to Toronto after a hectic (and emotional) Christmas and New Year.
At first, you’ll think that perhaps your eyes have deceived you, that you’re in thrall to jetlag and surely, that is not Ms. Zellweger within touching distance of your tired self. But no, it is in fact Bridget Jones herself and she’s travelling all by her lonesome.
You’ll vacillate between wanting to get her autograph and giving her space and eventually, you’ll just end up making a micro-almost-negligible eye contact with the awesome actress.
Incidentally, you’ll have the Bridget Jones book in your carryall and could ask her to sign it and you must! You must! Do not be shy! Just ask her in a polite and quiet voice and she will sign the book, I’m sure! Don’t let the opportunity slip away!
Be brave, be brave and ask her to autograph it for you. If you don’t, you’ll always look at that book and wonder how amazing it’ll be with her signature inside it, so go forth and zero in on her and seize the day!