Confessions and Promises

There always has to be a first blog post, so it was with much mulling of ideas and sorting of thoughts that I decided on mine. With 40 years of success and failures, magic and mayhem behind me, I felt a confession was a good place to start. The truth is I have a little known gene which runs in my family (you know who you are) clumsily named (by me) the "can't find the mailbox gene".

Perhaps you too will find you have the classic symptoms. Do you have boxes of Christmas cards, perhaps even neatly written and addressed, shamefully stashed but never sent? Or perhaps you have a collection of stamped cards for various occasions, long past, for which you had good intentions but now just glance at guiltily when you rearrange your desk. If so, you aren't alone. Last Christmas, I just gave up. No more would I waste money on cards that clearly would never meet their intended purpose to send cheer, love, and glad tidings. Being an Internet junkie (another confession), I turned to e-cards. There was only one small problem with this...many of the people I love don't have computers (gasp). Then there were the others that had spam filters from Hades and yet others who just never opened them or whatever the case was. This has been a lifetime problem for me. Silly I know, but it is a fault I never could seem to overcome. Promises to write were made with all the intention in the world of staying in touch, and yet, I just couldn't follow through.

You will be happy to know I found the solution and it doesn't taste horrible nor does it require genetic mutation. I have finally been able to become the in-touch, spreading love and sunshine person I always wanted to be. Gone is the guilt and shame and so are the stacks of unsent cards and letters. How, you ask, did I manage this remarkable recovery? Simple...Send Out Cards. My family loves me (even more) and even the offline members get wonderful pictures and cards to brighten their days and tell them I care. My clients love me (and remember me which is a tremendous plus when you are selling something) because they feel appreciated when I take the time to thank them or wish them well on an unexpected occasion. The best part is I never have to leave my computer and get out of my jammies to make it happen. No store lines, no expensive gas, no stamp and envelope licking, and best of all no guilt and shame because they send it for me too! My friend with the new baby got congratulations and a gift card for diapers and another got a girl's next best friend, brownies. This is really a remarkable recovery first because it got there on time (it wouldn't have happened before) and second because again I never had to leave the house to accomplish this. I get to be a hero and save money and time in the process. Miraculous recovery!!

So dear clients, family and friends, I promise never to forget again (thanks to my handy reminder calendar) and to stay in touch like never before. I also promise not to look the slightest bit smug when I have all of my holiday cards signed, sealed and delivered long before the occasion arises. If I do, you are welcome to send me a card at the above link to say "shut up" before I send you one that says "I'm sorry".