A few weeks ago, I realized how much I’ve missed writing and receiving letters. I also pulled myself away from my hourly FB sessions; my obsession had grown to staggering proportions. There was actually a time, far away from the accessibility of cell phones and the Internet, where we picked up pen and paper and scribbled our summers away.
I want that again.
After my realization, I sat in bed and made a call to the Universe: a promise to return to that simpler time. A time where you’d watch as night changed to light while chatting with a crush. You’d speak about your day – how unfair your mother was, how funny The Simpson’s were that Sunday, how much you wished you could be treated as the adult you thought you were – all while wrapping the 6-foot long telephone chord around your finger. It was a time where friendships flourished because we didn’t have Facebook announcing Susana’s engagement or what costume Gloria wore on Halloween. A time where newborns were visited in hospitals and homes, not viewed on Twitpic.
So let’s pick up the pen and paper again. Take the same ten minutes you spend on Twitter and/or Facebook to craft a note to your loved ones. I did so three days ago after receiving two letters from my dear friends, Krista and Tanya. The Universe had answered my call. It was the push that I needed to unplug and connect without technology. And it felt damn good to pick up pen and paper and scribble my night away, just like those far away summer days.