I don’t consider myself to be a whiner. But society’s lack of decorum has become one of my biggest irritations in life. For a few billion people who are more technologically connected than ever, we sure are emotionally and socially disconnected.
Don't believe me? Take a trip to the grocery store. Chances are good that most people you pass will barely look in your direction. For those who do, they probably aren’t smiling. Worse yet, they’re probably shooting daggers at you with their eyes. Hi-how-are-ya’s have become out-of-my-way-I’m-in-a-hurry. Excuse-me’s have been replaced with looks of disgust.
I don’t know about you, but that’s not the kind of connection I’m looking for.
I recently sat down to contemplate this sad state of affairs when mom’s stamp collection came to mind — as did her expertise as the queen of correspondence.
You may recall that she isn’t a stamp collector in the traditional sense. Instead, as someone who has a knack for sending just the right card to just the right person at just the right time, she uses her stamps for the large volume of correspondence she mails. In pondering this custom of hers, I realized Mom was onto something.
Maybe the art of sending personal hand-written notes could be the solution for what ails us as a society—at least in part. Because for something so seemingly simply, the power of hand-written notes is undeniable.
Personal notes can:
- Strengthen our relationships, both personally and professionally.
- Change the direction of someone’s day — for the better.
- Give the recipient (and sender) a positive boost in attitude.
If note-writing can have that sort of impact, you’d think we’d all be doing it.
In reality, though, personal notes account for less than one piece of mail a week — or about one card every seven weeks, according to the United States Post Office.
No wonder we’re all walking around in a bad mood.
On the other hand, can you imagine the impact we could collectively make if we all agreed to send out one card a week? Whether it be to a family member or friend, the waitress at the local restaurant or the person who cuts your hair, sending one simple note to someone else could theoretically begin to change the course of the world.
The eye daggers may not vanish immediately, but it would sure be a good start. And I could look for something else to whine about. 😉