31 Days: Mail for Five Minute Friday

Five Minute Friday is a writing event that has writers spending five minutes writing on the same topic and then sharing them at http://katemotaung.com/five-minute-friday/. This week's word is Mail.

OK, I know that is a phone booth on a street in London but bear with me. Mail to me means staying in touch. I worked with a woman 15 years ago who would spend her lunch hour writing letters and cards to be put in the mail. I always thought that was such a lovely thing to do. To this day, she still sends out handmade cards each year at Christmas. It is such a personal way to stay in touch

I had lunch with a friend this week. We hadn't seen each other in what seemed like a year. Afterwards, we traded some messages about how we think about each other often but we needed to do better at seeing each other. She has a very demanding job and some things in her personal life that make her a very busy person. I'm busy too but my big problem is I think, "If they wanted to see me, they'd call." But I have to quit doing that. If I want to see people, I need to call. And even if I don't have time to get together, I need to let the people I care about know that I am thinking about them. Even it is a quick email, a message on Facebook, or a couple of words via text, I need to reach out and touch someone, as the commercial for AT&T used to say.

I don't know that I will spend my lunch hour preparing things to be mailed but I do want to spend more time staying in contact with people. I may even go old school and use the AT&T landline that I still have and call them up on the phone. Whether I do it the old fashioned way or the high tech way, I want to do better at staying in touch.

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