Today is the last day of the Month of Letters challenge. I have made a showing, though I didn’t complete the challenge to the letter.
The first week was tough. I ended up writing six letters one Thursday night to send them all out en masse on Friday. After that, I did manage one letter per day for a while. I did complete all of the letters that were on my to-do-list to send. There are no more thank you notes left to write. There are no more letters to friends I miss.
Toward the 21st or so, my stress got high and my gumption got low. I had written most of my lettermo penpals, and had not heard back from many of them. I was tired of thinking of things to write to strangers. I was tired of thinking about another task to do every day.
So I stopped.
I did get a few of the cute badges they awarded for mailing a week of letters, for sending certain kinds of cards, or using a different mailbox. I did reply to every piece of mail I received. I also got discouraged when I didn’t get any mail at all back from the people I was trying to correspond with.
Did I learn anything from the challenge?
That I prefer faster means of communication. That I value the give and take that it allows for. That I don’t like pressuring myself to do something that gives me so little in return. That while I appreciate my friends and loved ones, I don’t want to have to mail things every day. I like getting offline and doing things longhand, but this challenge ended up frustrating me, more than drawing me into a slower-paced world.
I don’t know whether those were very valuable lessons, but that’s what I take out of this Month of Letters.