This holiday season, resolved to getting in touch with some friends, I went to Walgreen's and bought a box of Christmas cards. I wrote a list of people that I wanted to send cards to, only to realize that writing Christmas cards takes a supernatural level of endurance. I finally get those people who type and print the same generic shpeel about their lives and place them in cards as inserts. I get it. I don't blame them anymore.
My hand nearly fell off after two sessions of 10 cards each, most of them professing how much I cared about the recipient, how much I've missed them, how glad I am that they're a part of my life, and how eager I am to see them again soon.
I really meant those things. And hobbling through last month or so, the experience was cathartic, like a Sara Bareilles concert.
And then one of my friends wrote me back and told me he was distraught with how horribly I write now. My grammar and spelling has deteriorated so much...
The other day I was typing a memo for work. I must have spent too many recent years scouring US Weekly and the likes because I wound up confused that my "custom-taylored" had that annoying red squiggly line under it. Ugh. Tailored. Yes. The effervescent Taylor Swift has corrupted my spelling skills - true story. I'm a little embarrassed to admit these things, but I think it's important to talk about them, as every bumbling fool thinks every morsel of thought is pertinent to the big picture.
Anyway, goal for 2011 is to read/write/think more, and not just about US Weekly.
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