Josh is one of my best friends, we’ve been working and making mischief together for nearly 20 years. His birthday was several months ago and I foolishly demanded of myself, “I shall write him a long letter! Not just a card, but a full letter!”
While I’m in love with the idea of writing letters… I am a card writer.
Greeting cards, postcards, notecards flow into my local postbox at a staggeringly high rate when compared to long letter messages. I have yet to figure out if this is because of whom I frequently mail (possible) or if this is who I am as a person (probable) or both (most plausible).
I have a compulsion to move the goal post for myself, forever further down the field, whenever I begin to accomplish something.
Even when it is something without consequences (personal mail to a friend) without a timeline (there is a 0% chance Josh’s feelings will be hurt that his card is late, or frankly, if I never sent it at all). Taking a moment of gratitude to dismantle that internal pressure:
Something I love about my friends: because mail is unexpected, it is always welcome. A months-late birthday card is going to be as well received as an on-time one.
Something I love about mail, in general: Because the format is paper, it can be rapidly and expansively and inexpensively be customized and personalized.
Something I love about accomplishing a goal: That immediate feeling of accomplishment from checking something off a “to do” list.
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