How a Handwritten Card Can Change a Life

Anyone who knows me knows that I like to write. I like to write terrible, click-bait articles, but I also prefer to write a lot of sentimental pieces (like wedding scripts) because I like to portray variety in the way I express how I feel about life. It's not the best writing, but I'm not trying to make a living doing it. I think that’s why I like running a wedding business. No two couples are ever the same, and I’ll always be challenged in the way that I craft a ceremony around each couple. 


Anyone who knows me also knows that I like to send handwritten cards. When a couple books with my wedding business, we send a cards at various points of the year, even after their wedding is over. And maybe they get annoyed by it, but we don’t really care because we hope they appreciate that someone out there is cheering on each milestone they have in life. I periodically send cards to my friends, just to say thanks for dealing with my crazy life and crazy mind and for deciding to still stick around. I also like to send cards to vendors I meet at weddings or even random, cool people I’ve met around the world while traveling or networking. 


If you know me, you’ve probably received one of these cards. 


There’s a good reason for doing this, and it isn’t for monetary reasons to grow the wedding business and it isn’t because I’m trying to get the attention of my friends. There has never been a hidden motivation behind this at all. 


It’s because it is so convenient to send a text, to send an email, to pick up the phone, that is has become so inconvenient to spend our time writing something. 


When I was a kid, I used to love writing terrible novels on hundreds of notebooks because I loved the way pen smeared across paper. But back then, I was grounded all the time and had all the time in the world to write. Now, I’m so pressed for deadlines to complete my thoughts that even using dictation to finish writing something doesn’t seem fast enough. Writing something by hand takes excessively long compared to anything technological. 


So if I take the time to handwrite something, it means I care. It means that I set aside time to find the card (because I definitely put thought into the look of each card I send), to find the right pen for the card, and the time to write something very specific to the person I am sending the card to. It’s never been a generic message, and it’s always specific to whoever I’m sending it to. 


As my business keeps rapidly growing, I’m starting to lose control over all the little things I used to manage because those tasks get delegated to people smarter than me for continued growth. Writing personalized notes to people may be the last thing I can hold onto as the business expands. 


And maybe I’m creepy because the couples I’ve married have friended me on Facebook, and I pay attention to their life events and send them cards. And maybe I’m nuts for telling my friends cheesy things (like how much I love them) in the cards I drop in the mail. And maybe I’m too sentimental to not let go of anyone that has ever popped into my life. 


But I just don’t really care, because I can only hope that everyone who receives these cards is reminded that someone out there loves them and cares for them, and with how unemotional our society has become, someone out there (aka me) has got to recognize people for how amazing they are every now and then. You never know when this could change someone’s attitude on life. 


So if you haven’t received a card from me, you’re probably on my list. I’m sure you know that. 


And if you don’t think you are, feel free to comment here, and I’ll send one to you, periodically throughout your life. If you think that’s weird because we don’t know each other, don’t forget that we are strangers to everyone until we introduce ourselves.

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