I read her post, the one where she says writing cards changes lives. Is that dramatic, I wonder? To think a card could really do that?
I recall an earlier time, a time when my thought life sped downhill like a runaway train. I looked at friends who seemingly handled everything infinitely better and wondered why I couldn’t measure up as daughter, wife, mama. When the time came for a few of these friends and I to take a trip together, I thought about sitting out. Sure, I needed the rest a girlfriend’s weekend would provide. But with this cyclone of insecurity spinning fast, I didn’t think my confidence could take another hit.
I confessed my fears through tears to Jen, a true blue confidante. I don’t remember one thing she said to me on the phone that day, but I know what she wrote me in a card soon after.
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