Writing has been an outlet for me since my snail mail letter writing days more than 15 years ago. I used to have many pen pals, but only two really stood out for me, and I still remember and think fondly of, today. J and K.
I met J at the temple my parents used to drag me and my sisters to. We became close friends, and I don’t even remember how we started writing letters to one another, but we did. Every week, when we’d see each other, I’d have a letter for J and J would have a letter for me. I remember pouring my heart and soul into my letters, and really try to reach deep into the little wisdom I possessed at 13 and express it on paper. I really wish I could read what I wrote then.
When I started high school, J moved away, and even though we still kept in touch via letters, our frequency would be less and less. Eventually, it would be a Christmas card once a year, and eventually we stop writing. But in high school, I met K who became one of my best friends.
We started writing letters to one another. I remember the first time I got a letter from K, I knew it was the most beautiful letter I’ve ever received. You see, K had beautiful hand writing, and not only that, she’d write on beautiful stationary and take the time to decorate her letters with pretty stickers and thoughtful quotes. We’d drop letters off at each other lockers every day (?), and it was always such a joy for me to see her letter there when I picked up my books between classes.
I haven’t written a letter in a really long time, and my hand writing is now atrocious, but I still think back to those letter writing days. It was poetic and beautiful how a letter can connect people. Sharing my loneliness, sadness and joy by pouring my heart out and take comfort knowing someone would listen and understand what I was going through. These letters were a crucial part of shaping the person I am today.
At first glance, blogging could be seen as something similar to writing letters. And though there are obviously similarities, I would argue that a letter, for me, is connection at a deeper level. So, I’ve been kinda stuck for a while, having lots of post ideas, but not getting around to writing them down. As silly, as it sounds, I am a lazy perfectionist at heart. If I can’t make it “perfect”, I’d just rather not do it.
But the thing is, writing used to be therapeutic for me. A way to unwind and share parts of my life with whomever is interested. But now, I’ve put this notion that whatever I write should be “worthy” or be interesting and”researched”, and it’s stressful. And it’s just because of this silly notion and pressure that I put on myself.
So, going forward, I’m going to stop taking myself so seriously, and treat these posts more like letters.
Yours truly,
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