I have come to the realization that I am a horrible person, and a selfish one to boot. The whole purpose of this site was to have a place where I could glance back and look at all my postcards IF they were to ever banish in a terrible fire...but it didn't work out, did it? -No- Only four entries since 2011...pretty pathetic.
Anyway, these past two years since my last post I have been keeping up with Postcrossing, so much that I have four active accounts (how greedy of me, I know). Although I have had periods of non-activity where even sending and receiving postcards has turned into a depressing debacle, I came to the conclusion yesterday after having watched a Korean melodrama...that I unknowingly have been shutting myself from the world. Who would've seen that one coming? -Insert 'Crazy Cat Lady' song here-
The joy of postcrossing has left me, perhaps due to the increased price per postcard? ($1.10 per international stamp!?!) Or maybe it's reading about all these interesting lives that people are living and I, here, feel as if time has stood still? Trapped in a block of ice...a mummy. The real reasons go beyond the price increase, but it used to be a hobby of such delight, where I did connect with a lot of people...bu I cut ties with everyone cold turkey. Those are not the manners my Mother taught me. For such rude behavior, I apologize. I'd love to explain the reasons, but those go beyond the space a standard postcard provides..and would I really want the mail man reading my sad and depressing tales of how the world has kicked me and stomped all over me? Life is not fair, but while I sit here and complain, there are others who have experienced worse things.
So, I said, ENOUGH OF THIS PITY PARTY ANA! And that's where it hit me. My circumstances may not be the best at this point in time, but every card that goes out to an unknown individual in this world leaves with an imprint of myself. A little piece of me, is there with you in your mailbox, shoe box, album, picture frame etc. Will it ever be found in an antique store by another young woman like myself looking for vintage cards? Would I want this person or the recipient to get such depressing greetings from me? Probably not.
Cheer up buttercup and get your CrayON!! Get back on the saddle, apologize and move on. After all, this too...shall pass.
-ar
PS. With this in mind, I've opened up the blog with the intention of writing more, not once every two years. Ani, you've been warned. Don't give up! Much love, your past and present self. (People will really think you're crazy...)
Anyway, these past two years since my last post I have been keeping up with Postcrossing, so much that I have four active accounts (how greedy of me, I know). Although I have had periods of non-activity where even sending and receiving postcards has turned into a depressing debacle, I came to the conclusion yesterday after having watched a Korean melodrama...that I unknowingly have been shutting myself from the world. Who would've seen that one coming? -Insert 'Crazy Cat Lady' song here-
The joy of postcrossing has left me, perhaps due to the increased price per postcard? ($1.10 per international stamp!?!) Or maybe it's reading about all these interesting lives that people are living and I, here, feel as if time has stood still? Trapped in a block of ice...a mummy. The real reasons go beyond the price increase, but it used to be a hobby of such delight, where I did connect with a lot of people...bu I cut ties with everyone cold turkey. Those are not the manners my Mother taught me. For such rude behavior, I apologize. I'd love to explain the reasons, but those go beyond the space a standard postcard provides..and would I really want the mail man reading my sad and depressing tales of how the world has kicked me and stomped all over me? Life is not fair, but while I sit here and complain, there are others who have experienced worse things.
So, I said, ENOUGH OF THIS PITY PARTY ANA! And that's where it hit me. My circumstances may not be the best at this point in time, but every card that goes out to an unknown individual in this world leaves with an imprint of myself. A little piece of me, is there with you in your mailbox, shoe box, album, picture frame etc. Will it ever be found in an antique store by another young woman like myself looking for vintage cards? Would I want this person or the recipient to get such depressing greetings from me? Probably not.
Cheer up buttercup and get your CrayON!! Get back on the saddle, apologize and move on. After all, this too...shall pass.
-ar
PS. With this in mind, I've opened up the blog with the intention of writing more, not once every two years. Ani, you've been warned. Don't give up! Much love, your past and present self. (People will really think you're crazy...)
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