I have great intentions. Really, I do. I want to keep in touch with my friends. I certainly think of them often enough. A song on a playlist, a movie or television show, a certain day, a store or a restaurant…all of these things evoke memories of our friendship. You’ve loved the best of me and the rest of me. I love you for that. You know who you are. I don’t tell you often enough how much your friendship means to me. I don’t tell you often enough how much I admire your (insert character trait here). I don’t tell you often enough how much I’d just like to hang out and do nothing.
I conjure up all sorts of excuses: I’m too busy. Part of my job is calling people, why make yet another call? I just can’t now because I’m too tired from trying to stay on top of the everyday stuff. Pandemic. Been too long now it’s awkward. The phone works two ways, doesn’t it? Do Facebook pokes and comments count? Why don’t they text me? Why don’t they send me cards? You know the drill. Does this matter to me more than it matters to them? Why all the guilt? Ouch.
With those great intentions of mine, I designed the postcard in the photo. That would certainly break the silence seal. I’ll get the postcards, write them out, address them, mail them, and be done. Voila! I even had a roll of postcard stamps ready to go. I picked up the postcard order. I set the package down next to those pretty stamps. And there they sat, for a week, a month, a year. Yikes! Note the date on the package in the photo: April 12, 2019.
I’m happy to report that I mailed the first of these postcards within the last couple of weeks: September 2020. I did it! Winner winner chicken dinner.
God knows I’m lousy at keeping in touch. God loves me anyway. Thanks be to God!