Oh good, you clicked on this post.
That's exactly what I wanted you to do. That's why I called this post "Read This Post".
Aren't I so convincing?
I should be a writer... oh wait, I am a writer.
But wait again, I haven't written in a long time because of reasons, so, maybe I'm not a writer.
I don't know.
I like to pretend that I am in my head, anyways.
But I didn't write this post to talk about writing.
I didn't really have ANYTHING in mind when I wrote this.
I was in a letter-writing mood, so I just wanted to write a letter to you.
This is the way I am in most of my letters to my friends... a bit random, a bit unusual, just... me.
Of course, SOMETIMES my letters make sense. The parts where I cordially inquire about how the recipient's Christmas went. Or how their New Year's went. Or how they're doing, or how their puppies are doing...
Do you ever writer letters?
They are rather old-fashioned, I know. But I like them, 95% purely because they are old-fashioned, and 5% because... well, I don't know. Because of other reasons.
(Like because I get to sit in my room and write my appropriate responses in my own time without the pressure of conversing face-to-face with a random person who expects me to give a reasonable response to their inquiries within a short second or two after they finish their sentence).
Have you gone outside and seen the stars lately? Or the moon?
I know it's dreadfully cold in most parts of the world, but perhaps brave the bitter chill tonight (or tomorrow night, if it's clear) to look up and see the magic. For, it is magic.
What looks like pinpointed diamonds at the tip of your outstretched fingers, are really tumultuous balls of fire billions of miles away. And the same God who created those dots-that-are-fireballs created you and me.
So look at them, if you can. Because you can't feel them or fly with them or hang in the air with them.
If you're lucky, you can spot Venus (my favorite planet). Just look for the brightest 'dot'.
Aaand I forgot where I was going with this.
Do any of you have a birthday in January? I do! *raises hand* Winter birthdays are interesting in themselves because pretty much always (unless there's unusually warm weather... and even then it's hard to plan ahead for that kind of thing) you have to do indoor type of stuff to celebrate. A fancy restaurant, a trip to the bookstore, a night at home with love and laughter, surrounded by people with glittering smiles who say, "How does it feel to finally be 19?!!" When I have absolutely no idea how to answer that question. Hm. Maybe I should Google it...
I'm working on a post of some of the stuff I did and presents I got (from people and from myself) for my birthday. Would you be interested in reading something like that?
I did get a book that I am REALLY enjoying so far (I'm like two chapters from the end...): Hidden Places, by Lynn Austin. I'm in love with practically all the characters (except for the mean ones...).
Have you read a good book lately?
Well anyways, I'm going to sign off now.
Tell someone you love them today.
Smile at a stranger. Be sure to look at their eyes. (They tend to be more touched when you do).
Smell candles that remind you of Spring, pet your dog (if you have one), wear your favorite comfortable clothes.
If you have a camera, take pictures. Lots and lots of pictures. Remember little things for no reason.
Read your Bible and relish the words in it.
Take a deep breath.
p.s. God loves you.