Thanks for dropping by to see what is happening in another day of my life. Today is Sunday and I hope you are having a safe and great weekend so far.
In fact, thank you is the subject I would like to talk about today.
Thank you. That is all there is to it: two tiny words. So why is it so hard - to write? Saying it happens with a certain degree of regularity, thank you very much. But writing it in a proper pen to paper kind of way? Forget it! And I am really very sorry, but tweeted tweeters, edgy email and clever text messages really do not cut it. OMG! Not even close.
So far we have managed to go green, grow our own vegetables, home school our children and there is even a movement to bury our dead in our own backyard. But something as easy, simple and back to basics as jotting a few words on a (recyclable) card, licking a stamp and throwing it in the mail? No. That is apparently too much to ask. So I am asking: Why? Why is it that after helping, with exaggeration, thousands of people for decades, that I can count the notes of appreciation on one hand? This is completely unacceptable.
I do not think it is because we have forgotten how to write. The blogs sprouting up like weeds on every subject in the cosmos proves that. In fact, writing seems to be more popular than ever. You see people pounding away like mad on their handheld devices while in their cars, on the subways and even when they are supposed to be talking to you and not to their best friend far away. Clearly, the writing gene still exists. It is the act of using the human hand to put ink on paper that is severely on the wane.
And it is not just thank you notes that I fear are becoming extinct. It is the act of handwriting in general.
Perhaps the problem is that we do not know on what to write. What could be more pleasurable that penning a clever missive on a gorgeous, thick, rich hand engraved note card? And what could be more luxurious than sending it in a matching hand lined envelope? What could make more of a statement about your supremely discerning taste than something engraved just for you? Like your monogram, your cipher or symbol?
Granted the stuff does not necessarily come cheap, but worth it? Yes. Absolutely. Remember the old saying about first impressions?
I have been accused of knowing how to send a thank you note before I could walk or talk. In my family, it was not an elective; it was required. Thanks Mom! But before you shed a tear over the vision of poor little me slaving away over a cold pile of paper with a hot crayon in hand while my friends laughed and played outside, just remember what a little time, a little patience and 44 can get you.
Until we meet again; here's wishing you health, hope and happiness.
big bear hug,