Today, I wrote an envelope.
It was readable.
I’m sure it looks like it was written by a seven year old on crystal meth, but I WROTE IT.
And, Dude, I’m mailing it.
There’s this part that knows mailman will laugh when they see it. They’ll get a chuckle from the handwriting on the envelope.
Or maybe they’ll just think it’s a kid writing a letter.
Which is ok too.
I’m forcing myself to send the letter that I wrote. I could have my husband write it for the receiver’s sake, but I’ll hope they understand.
I won’t lie.
I’m just proud it’s the first thing that might be read by someone else. It may not look good. It may not be the best letter ever.
But I guarantee few letters have been labored over and contemplated more.