|This is not my mail...my pile was not this neat!|
I spent this morning cleaning out the clutter. It's my last opportunity to accomplish something by the end of this month. I've switched all my monthly statements to electronic reporting, purchased a new drive to backup my electronic records, created a new mail sorting station, and produced a reference notebook that holds all our financial, medical, and insurance data. As hard as I tried it was almost impossible for me to stay on task. Digging through the accumulated piles I uncovered long lost treasures that demanded to be read.
You never know what you'll find hidden in the bottom of a mail basket. I found a note written by my granddaughter last year. She was just learning how to write, every letter carefully formed to say "I love you Nana" and signed with her name...first and last, just in case I confused her with some other granddaughter named Megan. I found numerous greeting cards from various holidays and events. It's so rare for me to receive personal mail that I can't bring myself to throw away those handwritten cards and notes. They sit in the mail basket for months, and sometimes years.
After my mother died my brother and I cleaned out her house. We found every letter we had ever written to her and every greeting card that we had ever sent her. I probably have more in common with my mother than I like to admit.
Today one of the treasures I refound was a letter that a friend sent me when I retired. She wrote about the influence I had had on her in our work relationship and how I had made a difference for her and for our students. I'm keeping that letter and the note from my granddaughter. They remind me of the power of the written word and that I'm loved.
Today is an extra day in your year. It really is a bonus. Spend some of your windfall time to write a real note, on paper with ink, and send it to an important person in your life. I bet it will stick around a lot longer than those emails and text messages.