Lists, Lists, Lists

Searching the Internet for things to blog about is like trying to relieve your frustration by pounding on a punching bag made of memory foam. It’s useless, a little painful, and not at all satisfying. So then I remembered that’s what I started my endless A-Z challenge for. With that in mind,

L is for lists.


Wait! Let Me Love You!

I love the idea of writing letters.  This year I decided to draw and send postcards to all my friends, to cheer them up.  Everyone can always use cheering up.  (I think I only managed about four, but that’s beside the point.)  It’s on my to-do list to write letters to people to tell them what a positive impact they had on my life.  I don’t think people hear that enough.  Can you ever hear that enough?

Anyway, this got me thinking.  (Well actually I saw a post on tumblr which got me thinking.  But then I combined it with the previous idea and a full-fledged thought happened.)  Why stop at just friends?  Why not write letters to authors?  Or painters, or musicians, or whoever impacted your life in a positive way?  Who cares if they don’t respond.  Heck, they might not even read it.  But what if they do?  It’s worth a try.  Everyone loves hearing how great they are.  And almost everyone loves hearing gratitude and that they did a good deed for someone, especially without knowing it.  How much skin off my nose is it to write a letter?  I’m an aspiring writer; if I don’t want to take the time to write a letter, how pathetic am I?  I don’t know if I’d necessarily hand-write it, that’s not really cute unless you’re seven or have really good handwriting, but it’s worth a try, right?  (I like rhetorical questions, can you tell?)

Yes, I know, stamps are sort of expensive, and I’m not asking you to do it with me.  (Although I am sort of telling you that you should, if you want.)  But I think I’ll try anyway.  I just have to decide to whom to write.  I’ll let you know if anything ever comes of it.  Fingers crossed.