Then last night happened. I came home from work feeling like death itself with a horrible tension headache radiating towards the front of my face. I had malaise, and just felt downtrodden. Ammon came home and heard me confess to my ill feeling. He told me that he, too, was not feeling well. We agreed that Pho sounded like exactly what we needed to get through this terrible time.
Oh, and the magic of Pho. Our sweet neighborhood establishment cured me instantly, just like always. Except now I know that that tension headache was congestion that had not yet broken the dam. It has now.
Over the weekend, I mentioned the More Love Letters project on Instagram, and had a couple of people ask me about it. I first heard about this project from Kim, and fell head over heels in love with it. I'm not the best person to explain the meaning and the greatness of this project. No, there is an incredible, 5 minute TED talk by the founder of the project, Hannah Brencher, that is far more eloquent than I could ever be on this subject. Please hear her words, and let them change you as they change me.
Pretty powerful, huh? This campaign has inspired me to send more letters, and more notes and cards. It has inspired me to connect in an old, slow, sweet way. I recently sent a large batch of cards out. If you signed up for Pay it Forward mail from me and you get a card in the next week, it isn't your Pay it Forward mail. That will be a much more exciting package, I promise. This is a connection. A way for me to reach out and tell you that you are loved and cared for beyond a computer screen.
Sorry if you can't read my cursive. My hand cramps when I print for too long.
Today I want to open up my offer again. Several of you accepted last time, but honestly, I want to write all of you a card, or a letter. I want to be able to brighten your day with a trip to the mailbox. If you will simply allow me that intimacy of moving from the computer screen to real life. If you're interested, please leave a note in the comments, and make sure that I have an email address where I can get back to you at. I know I put the stipulation on it before to create a ripple effect through your own blog, but honestly, that matters less to me than filling you up with joy on a day that you may need it. So don't be shy, and don't make excuses. Let's be friends. Let's save the post office, and make it so they have to reinstate Saturday deliveries. And let's make this space the meeting space, and the real world our connection space.
Now please excuse me while I go dose up on decongestants and tea...