I’m really bad about sending cards.
And by “sending,” I mean writing and sending them on time.
I’ll see someone’s birthday or anniversary or death is near.
I’ll have them in my heart and my heart will swell.
I’ll buy a card – chosen with care, crafted by a local artist.
It will sit on my desk for days, the “right” words too far away. Too frail to convey what I’m feeling.
I may send it belatedly.
Or never at all.
The one in my heart never knows.
So today, I vow to buy, write, send. Not waiting for perfect.
Are you putting something off? A card? A gesture? Another entry into conversation?