Junk Mail

#Reverb14, Day 12:
Write a letter from you to you… filled with forgiveness, love, and a big bear hug.
 

I’ve been hung up on moving forward with Reverb ever since this particular prompt popped up in my email. I appreciate the spirit in which these types of “things” are given, the sort of inspiration they are supposed to light, but… well, I find them a bit too Oprah with a pinch of Hallmark.  They’re just not me. It feels like I’d be sending myself junk mail.

I was caught in the crosshairs of a Reverb dilemma — Fulfill the whole Reverb quest of authenticating myself and write the prompt, layering on the warmth and fuzziness and mushy-gushy love I could probably find deep inside of myself if I authenticated hard enough? Or just toss of a fluff piece, filled with Redi-whip delight, fake airy sugar that dots all the i’s with hearts.

Eh, no thanks.

All I need to remember.
All I need to remember.

I don’t write like this. I don’t write forced emotions and I’m not Redi-whip.  Why on earth would I ever write a letter to myself forgiving myself? That makes no sense to me. That’s why I keep a journal — to record not only my life’s events, my responses to them, how I’ve grown from them and what I still need to work on. I’m terrible at checking the mail that the real post office delivers me. I can’t even imagine what it would be like if I wrote something to myself.

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I wrote and illustrated my first bestseller, "The Lovely Unicorn" in the second grade and I've been terrified of success ever since. Published by ShadowTeamsNYC and represented by Lisa Hagen Books

One thought on “Junk Mail”

  1. Kat says:

    Fair enough! This ain’t a “one size fits all” kinda thing. You can totally pick the ones that work for you and toss the rest. It’s all good. x

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