I still have the first letter I’ve ever received.
It was from my best friend when she was away at camp during the summer. I was 8 or 9 I think.
I never went away on vacation long enough to actually write and send letters myself growing up.
As a teenager I wrote letters frequently. We’d exchange them between classes or go home with one.
I’ve always liked the art form. It’s an easy way to share a part of ourselves. There’s no immediate response needed like in a conversation.
Throughout the years after high school I’ve had a few correspondences who sadly all fizzled out.
I could never find someone as long-winded and willing to share as I was.
It’s partly why I started to blog in the first place.
To send my thoughts out to anyone who would like to read them.
I think most of us have lost the habit of writing letters.
That’s something I’d like to get back into.
If, like me, you have no one to send them to, you might want to consider an obvious recipient.
For the month of February I will be writing letters to myself.
A letter addressed to my past self and my future self.
A letter to open on sad days, one to read on happy days.
All sorts of letters, from me to me.
Because it’s the month of love and it should be the month of self-love as well. (or so I say!)
You can join me if you want. Think of it as a writing prompt.
Do you ever write letters? To whom?
Do you miss old fashioned correspondence?
I’d love to know in the comments.