Snail Mail

With technology taking over our lives, it's easy to forget the old ways of life.  The simple life.  The life that didn't come with a three-year warranty and a store where all of your problems can be fixed over night.

I miss getting mail.  Not that I ever received a lot when I was in high school, but I did get random mailings and birthday cards.  I used to get magazines and junk mail, and I loved every bit of it. To see my name on the envelope was almost as exciting as the first snowfall of the year.  At school now I rarely ever check my mail so as to have a better chance of there being something the next time I look.

Snail mail has become my new thing. Each Sunday I try to write a note to an old friend or an encouraging word to someone near and dear to my heart.  I love sitting at the coffee shop before church remembering old times we shared. I love writing them down on paper, a tangible thing to hold, so a friend can enjoy the memories when she pulls back the top of the sealed envelope. So she can leave it on her desk to remember she is loved.

One thing to note, (no pun intended) is that my handwriting is awful. I sometimes have a hard time reading my own notes for class.  Whenever a friend leaves a note of encouragement on my dry erase board in my apartment, the curly and frilly handwriting makes me envious.  Letters are supposed to be gentle and beautiful, not rough and rocky. With mistakes crossed out.


But that is just my personal touch, you could say.  I don't rewrite the note if I mess up, I just continue and hope the reader enjoys a good laugh at my ugly handwriting and messy mistakes. It makes it personal. It makes it my own.