I spent the weekend doing a lot of thinking. This last week has made me realise that life is too short and I want to make sure the people I care about know that I do.
I’m not the most social person. I don’t force myself to go to things that really aren’t my style. I appreciate the joy of missing out.
But that has caused me to lose touch with people who were a big part of my life in the past.
I know as we grow older we grow apart from people. It made me sad this weekend to know this has happened with some people I never thought it would. My depression caused some of it, but I know it was not only me. Every relationship takes effort from both sides.
I can’t build every bridge back, but I want to make more of an effort in my own way to keep in touch.
So this week I plan on writing some letters and sending some cards. This for me is my way of saying I’m thinking about you even if we don’t see each other very often.
I know I love getting random postcards from Ingrid and she does back. They don’t say much other than saw this and thought of you – but that is what matters to me and makes me smile. I want to do that for others as well.
So I am making time to do what I keep setting as a goal – to write letters. Not to complete the goal, but because it is something I know how to do and I want to share that with the people I care about.