When I call out your drink, come pick it up. The longer it sits at the pass out counter, the greater your chances of losing your drink or complaining about it not being hot. Also, it’s just really annoying when you blatantly ignore me when I call out your drink.
You’ve stumbled onto my creative outlet for the year of 2015. What you’ll find here in this space is a quest for grace and a vehicle for purging shame.
I’m not sure how this will play out, but I can tell you that I am excited about the prospect of writing letters to people. I love reading epistolary texts, so I believe I will love writing one as well. I got the idea to do this by reading a few books written in letters over the past several years. The most recent one is Tiny Beautiful Things by Cheryl Strayed. Strayed’s writing is honest, clear, and beautiful. As my friend said, she’s my writer.
My purpose in doing this letter writing is that I have some (tons of) baggage to unload, and I have some (tons of) grace to pick up. I think by writing directly to people, but not really, I’ll be able to be more honest and creative about how I feel about things that have happened in my life. I may even spin a tale or two that relates to someone else, somewhere else in this world.
I have no idea if anyone will read this project, but I do hope it helps me process things. My interest is seriously self-serving, and I’m okay with that.