25 Days of Giving Days Six and Seven: Get Inked

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I’m a textbook discarder. Anytime my husband brings something into the house, I’m on my way through a different door hauling something out. I’m all about clean lines, order, and lists. Lots and lots of lists.

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The Story of My Life. Literally.

Giving away unnecessary stuff makes me feel good, and a lack of clutter equals a lack of complication in some kind of metaphysical, big life meaning thingy that I haven’t quite figured out.

Ironically though, the only thing I won’t let go of is memories. Not the painful ones that wake you up in the middle of the night with a big, fat “why?” staring down from the ceiling. Those conveniently go out with the trash as soon as I can gather them up. I’m talking about the good ones. The real, sometimes raw, but more often relevant things from the past that have made a big contribution to my present. I have every high school note, my letters from college, cards given back and forth for special events…all of it. It’s a treasure trove of boyfriends, break-ups, and besties that I can’t live without.

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But thanks to the worldwide web and the ghost of Steve Jobs, collecting memories is harder today than it used to be. We email instead of pulling out paper and pen, and thank you notes have almost become a thing of the past because it’s so much easier to text a quick line or two instead. Just like that, some of our best memories are deleted instead of being filed away for a rainy day.

Life is busy, and even though any kind of connection counts, there’s nothing like opening the mailbox expecting bills and finding a letter from a friend. So the task for Days 6 and 7 is to write a letter, because it’s a foolproof way to make someone you care about smile. Even though it takes more time than an email or a text, the reward is well worth the investment. All the way around.

So who are you going to write this weekend? We’re all writing to Aunt Mid, who at 96 has thrown in the towel for her annual holiday trip from Nebraska to Colorado. She’s an amazing woman, and hopefully our letters will help make her Christmas a little more shiny and bright.

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Aunt Mid at the tender age of 94.

I, Gemini Girl, have interrupted my non-existent programming to bring you the 25 Days of Giving Challenge. Please join me in my quest, over the next 25 days, to make people happy. I’ll share stories of giving escapades that will be sure to wow, delight, or at least not annoy anyone who chooses to participate. Each Day of Giving will be conveniently brought to you via email if you follow this blog. And if you’re already a follower? Pass it onto your friends. If we work together we can change the world, or at least dramatically improve my hit ratio.

22 responses »

  1. I love physical letters/cards – I’m old fashioned that way. But honestly, I don’t remember the last time I actually wrote a letter (I’ll write two lines on a card, yes). Let me get on that right away – maybe one to Aunt Mid!

    And glad to see that the Nutcracker is in your planner. 🙂 See you tonight. Gabi’s excited to see Grace. (And oh btw, remind me to tell you a story tonight, along the lines of memories — not for public consumption).

  2. So true. I love stumbling upon a note or card from the past that makes smile..
    Words in black and white are so much more meaningful. Challenge accepted!

  3. I love to write letters. Just wrote one two days ago, but what’s a couple more. 🙂 It definitely is a lost art and I am trying to bring it back with my card business. People don’t send cards much these days either. Great post today. 🙂 Have a lovely weekend.

    • Why am I not surprised, Dani? Do you think it’s possible we are related in some kind of cosmic, starstruck, daytime talk show way? =)

      Thank you for taking the time to read, comment…and write!

  4. Definitely something about the physical writing thing. I am drawing to the close of a Creative Writing course, and part of the homework is to physically write in a notebook every day. Not journalling, but a “piece” every day. Anyway, point being I’ve rediscovered my love of writing with a real fountain pen on real paper.

  5. I recently sent out three personalized notecards through snail mail, so I’m going to count that for this weekend’s task since I’m out of town. It is kind of fun to do, knowing someone will find my letter in the mail a few days later. Hopefully, anyway. Assuming it doesn’t get lost behind the post office counter…

  6. You know, you are SO right. This inspires me to do the same. I have so much lovely stationary. I will write a letter or three, and send them out. I am not sending out Christmas cards this year. So, I will reach out to a few loved ones in a more personal way. Thanks for this, and the last few posts. Love them. Missed your presence and glad you are back to writing!

    • Thanks so much for taking the time to read and comment, Lisa. I really appreciate it! I’ve always had a secret dream of owning an awesome stationary store, but, sadly, you would probably be my only customer. We just wrote our letters today. I think the hardest thing to do is the act of putting pen in hand. Once we all got started, they flowed pretty quickly. I know your friends and relatives will love getting your letters.
      Happy Holidays =)

  7. That’s a great idea Stacie. I’m a saver of memories too, but also of everything else. Wish you could swing by and help me clear out some of this stuff. I agree with this post whole-heartedly.

  8. I wonder how many of those perfectly folded so we will know if the person just passing the note tried to read it notes were from me. Miss you.

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