There is something so special about a handwritten note.
If you didn't know, my husband and I moved halfway across the world to Hawaii at the end of August.
As I was unpacking, a note fell out of one of my old journals. It was written on a torn piece of paper.
“You are so pretty! - Girl from Hanks.”
Gosh, I love being a woman.
It immediately made me smile and reminisce on all of those late-night bathroom sessions at a bar where girlhood somehow thrives in the sketchiest of places.
You know the ones. Where you compliment a stranger's outfit, fix each other's lipstick, hype each other up, and somehow leave feeling like you've made a new best friend.
I found another card from my Uncle James. He had randomly sent it via snail mail.
The message inside was simple.
“Thank you for being you. - Uncle James”
It reminded me that I am enough.
It made me think of all the things that make me who I am and reminded me that I am loved simply for existing.
Then I found an old anniversary letter from my husband.
And gosh, does it always make me feel so loved when I read the words of adoration and love he has taken the time to write for me throughout the years.
All different occasions. Different notes for different meanings, each one stamping a moment and a thought in time.
All impactful in their own right.
There is an art to handwritten letters.
An unspoken feeling of intention, care, and willingness goes into writing words for someone.
Whether it's a last-minute scribble on a torn piece of paper or a thoughtful eighteen-page letter... front and back.
(If you got the Friends reference, you are my type of people, and I don't think Ross appreciated that letter enough.)
There is something about seeing someone's handwriting that makes their words feel a little more like them.
You can see where they paused.
Where they pressed a little harder.
Where they crossed something out and decided to say it differently.
You can hold something they held.
You can keep words that might have otherwise disappeared into the passing of a conversation.
All that to say... if you haven't written a letter lately, maybe you should.
Send one to someone you haven't called in a while.
Drop a little note to the girl with the cute outfit at the coffee shop who you can pay a compliment to.
Tell your lover you looove them.
Hell, write a note to yourself and start journaling today.
It doesn't have to be perfect.
It doesn't have to be profound.
It just has to be yours.
Because someday, someone might find that little piece of paper tucked inside an old journal and smile.
And maybe they'll remember exactly who they were when they wrote it.
Bring back the art.
And spread the love.
xx,
Chalise
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