DearFriend

About an hour ago I found myself in a horribly foul mood. After cussing (sorry small children), I gave myself a moment to cool down. Then I came home and wrote a few thank you notes. I’m finding that the best way to feel better about yourself is to remember how much you do have by thanking those who have given it to you.

I’m writing this post because a year ago I wouldn’t have done this. I would have cussed, cried, called by sister… the whole nine yards. I would have worried and beat myself up… but why? For what? For something that tomorrow I’ll laugh about?

So there. The cards aren’t perfect, but they’re done and I feel better. I don’t usually get too personal here, but I guess I just wanted to put it out there and announce that I’m growing up and I’m damn proud of it. And I’m thankful. That too.

To Stamp saractall