Writing

 There is something about a letter or card, pretty much anything hand written and dropped into the mailbox.  It's one of my favorite things to receive and surprise someone with.  It says I'm thinking of you (I love you, I miss you, I'm sorry, Happy Birthday, Thank you or just because).  I'm a sender, and sender often to those around me.  I don't receive often but when I do, you'd think it was Christmas morning.

When I was first married, and even pretty far into our marriage I loved to write notes and leave them randomly for my ex to find.  Sometimes in his car, in his work bag, on the mirror or under his pillow.  It was a simple way to say I'm thinking of you.  You were important enough to me to put it in words.  He often would return the favor.  I recently found a letter in a drawer in my office (at home) that my ex had written me during the darkest of times.  I can't say that I had ever read it before.  I'll spare you the details but as I opened it I broke down into tears.  How do two people who love one another so much fall so far apart? 

Many of you know, writing is how I get my feelings out.  I need to release so much and writing allows me to do it safely.  I've been a writer since I was a child.  I'm not saying I'm amazing at it but it often helps.  I save the deep stuff for my personal journal but I do often share 'some' here.  

I challenge you, pick up a card, or even just grab a piece of paper and surprise them with a quick note.  Maybe a parent, friend, co-worker, sibling or lover.  Let them know how important they are to you, how much you appreciate all that they do.  I'm going to challenge myself to do the same.

Blessings