Last night, I took the time to write thank you notes to the people who have been my ever stalwart companions the past year. I never truly appreciated the value of a hand written thank you note until recently. All through school, my mom would sit me down and make me write thank you notes for various occasions (Christmas, birthday, graduation, and other Catholic rites of passage gifts). I hated it. I thought it was stupid. I’d already said thank you, what did they need a card for?
Now that I’ve walked through hell and back in the past 7 months, I understand the value of saying thank you. Especially in writing. I wrote at least half a dozen last night and have a few more yet to write. I actually started crying while writing them realizing how much love and support I’ve gotten. These are the people who have helped me up when I fell, let me cry into their shirts, put up with epic meltdowns, sent me a text or a link to make me smile, sat with me in the hospital, drove me all over creation, and chose to stick around when I gave them the option to walk away. And I would do the same for them. In terms of mental fatigue, I think 2013 has edged out 2010. There was something very freeing about putting into words, albeit a bit clunky in some cases, how I feel and how grateful I am. There’s no such thing as saying “thank you” or “I love you” too much. In this day and age of electronic communication, there’s a lot to be said for getting real mail.
I’ve been a lot more mellow about my situation the past few days. I’ll take it. I’ll always take feeling better, but who wouldn’t? Yoga starts at work today and it’ll be nice to take an actual lunch break twice a week. I’ve gotten bored with walking and the weather has been a bit iffy lately. Mostly I just eat at my desk and get up and move around periodically. After contortion class last night, I could use a few kinks worked out.