Since talking about it with my daughter the other night, I've been thinking about how odd it may seem to be randomly sending thank you notes to people who have inspired me. But if you know me well, you know that saying what I think/feel with my voice is not an area of strength for me. (My yoga buddy and I believe it's because we are products of the 60's!) And so, I write. It is how I collect, gather and organize my thoughts about what I think, feel, believe, etc., into some sort of cohesive, coherent statement.
I occasionally sit in on a philosophy group on Wednesday afternoons, where we all share how the Yamas and Niyamas of yoga relate to our lives. It has become easier for me to share (with my voice) with this particular group of people, because we all share with each other. Wednesday night's meeting was particularly emotional for almost everyone there. I realized, at the end of the session, that everyone there had somehow stated, within their story, how grateful they were to have that safe space to freely share.
Writing is that for me- a safe space, where I can freely share. And so, I write. Thank you notes, letters, blog posts, Instagram posts, etc. I have been criticized for sharing too much, but I have also been thanked for sharing so much. And that is the point, to me. I don't share unless I'm at a place with the particular story where I think it will be helpful or useful to someone else. So, not only does it provide comfort to me, I am hoping, the whole time I'm writing, that it may be a comfort to someone else.
But, with thank you notes, I think I'm safe in not thinking it to death before sending. Because there is no way to misconstrue "Thank You" or "I love you". And if it is, it's not about me.
So, I write! And I will continue to write. Have a great weekend!
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