We’re Doing It, Bitch.

A Love Letter to the Woman I Was Before It Worked.

10 years ago this summer I set out with huge dreams and launched my first entrepreneurial venture, kristalettko.com.

I was living on my boat, falling in love with Clay and I paid my photographer neighbor to do photos for my business cards and website. I had big plans.

It was me against the world and to be honest, I still feel this way most days. Except now I feel like it’s me working with the world, and less and less against it.

10 years later.

I am about to get some new headshots back from an incredible shoot and before I do and fully step into this new era of myself, and let me tell you get ready for this era….

I wanted to share some mad mad love to this woman, this version of myself, this badass dreamer girl… I want to tell her she did it. We’re doing it, bitch. And it’s way better than we thought !!! <3

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For my birthday last month my Clay wrote a love letter to the version of me he fell in love with 10 years ago.

Clay gave me permission to share the love letter to the 28 year old version of Krista that he fell in love with during the summer of 2016…

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On this birthday in particular, I want to celebrate the unique person that is KRISTA. The person I fell in love with.

Spliffs on her boat - a Jersey girl to her core with her Target finds and car truck full of junk.

“Are you coming?” She says.

She arrives home and each item of clothing is casually discarded to the floor along the way…

Your boat shower with cold feet - damp and cold mornings.

Nights on the San Francisco Bay, you in your red jacket, hugging your legs.

Long walks in the East bay

Going to yoga in the city

Drinks with some people I cant remember

Im in awe of how she navigates each interaction

Wrangling waiters

Joking with strangers

Gossiping, eavesdropping

Whispering “she’s not his wife” as they walk by

In a restaurant in San Francisco, she clocks everyone - each couple, who they are what they are talking about

Always eavesdropping - missing nothing about the people around her as she casually forgets where she parked her small black Mazda

She’s a night owl. Drinking Whiskey, smoking spliffs at midnight.

She introduces me to the captain of the $10M yacht docked on the end of the pier. I know the boat, I used to be a deckhand on it before I knew her.

Now I am on the boat as an equal.

She’s taking me places I didn’t know existed. People with influence and money. The real world. She knows how it works.

She understands people and what makes them tick. She can explain why someone feels the way they do. Why they did this or that because of feelings…

Turns out they matter.

She used to work on movies. She knows the plot of the movie in the first 10 minutes and ruins it for everyone.

She knows a bunch of famous people. I dont know anything about famous people but their lives are sometimes very fun and mostly very sad.

Shes always on the next thing. The next movie, project, client. She’s so driven.

She has no money yet but lives like she’s already a millionaire.

She has uncompromising morals.

She wont tolerate any shit.

She wont let me go party on the $10M yacht down on the end of the dock because she knows what they are up to down there. I actually don’t know what they’re up to, but now I do know and I’m glad I never went.

She’ll be insanely successful. Everyone can see it.

I wonder if I can hold on to this one? I have never met anyone like her in my life. There is no one like her. She’s going to do things no one has ever done. She’s going to change the world.

-Clay (2026)

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Krista Lettko | 2016

-Said the Gemini