So, I wanted to share something I’ve been up to. It’s not a big tech thing or some complicated project, just something… well, personal. I’ve been calling it my “letters to sisters” practice. Sounds a bit old-fashioned, right? But stick with me.
It all started because, you know, life just rushes by. We text, we do the quick calls, but it felt like something was missing. I had things I wanted to say, real things, that just don’t fit into a quick message. I wanted to connect on a different level, I guess.
My Little Letter-Writing Journey
First off, I had to figure out how I was going to do this. I thought about typing them, but that didn’t feel quite right for this. I wanted it to be more personal. So, I dug out some decent paper – nothing too fancy, just nice enough – and a pen that actually writes smoothly. You know how frustrating a bad pen can be!
Then, the actual writing. Honestly, that first letter was a bit tough. I sat there for a good while just staring at the blank page. What do you even say? I didn’t want it to be all formal and weird. So, I just started. I decided to write about whatever came to mind. My thoughts kinda went like this:
- Little memories from when we were kids.
- Things I admire about them, stuff they might not even know I notice.
- Sometimes just checking in, how they’re really doing, and sharing a bit more about my own stuff too.
- Funny stories, or even things I was a bit worried about.
Once I got going, it was actually pretty amazing. Some letters just flowed, like I couldn’t write fast enough. Other times, I’d write a bit, then put it down and come back to it. It wasn’t a race. It felt good, almost like talking to them right there, but with more time to think about what I wanted to say. It was quite therapeutic, actually. Pouring things out onto paper, it sort of clears your head.
I wasn’t aiming for perfection. These weren’t essays for school. Just… honest words. Sometimes my handwriting was messy, sometimes I’d cross things out. That’s real life, isn’t it?
After I had a couple written for each of them, I decided to actually send them. I put them in envelopes, put stamps on them, and dropped them in the mail. Yeah, proper snail mail. It felt a bit strange in this digital age, but also kind of exciting. There’s something special about getting a real letter, isn’t there?
I wasn’t sure what they’d think, to be honest. Maybe they’d find it odd. But they all got in touch after receiving them. We had some really good conversations, deeper than usual. They said it meant a lot. And for me, well, it just felt good to have done it. It brought us a bit closer, I think, in a quiet sort of way.
So, that’s my little practice. It’s simple, really. No fancy tools needed. Just a bit of time and the willingness to put some thoughts down on paper. It’s made a difference for me, and I think for them too. Sometimes the old ways are still pretty good.
