Turning Empty Around
I read a quote the other day that made my mind wander: Give until your heart is full. How much giving is that? Two years ago I started sending happy mail. Giving away what I made. Spending my own money on postage. Daydreaming about the smiles that were happening on the receiving end. Touting that I was doing this project to make myself happy, and no one else. The truth? Two years later and I felt empty. I felt like I gave and gave. The end result was most often a hollow Facebook message that says "thanks for the cards." Not what I imagined would happen. This was not part of the daydream. I had visions of pen pals and letters dancing in mailboxes. All the returned messages weren't hollow, but the heartfelt ones didn't feel like enough. I didn't feel like I was on the right path. So. I quit. I quit sending happy mail. This isn't the first time I've felt this kind of empty. I'm a giver, I give and give and give