Little Letters // February 2017

When one of my favorite blogger friends, Kristin of Taz + Belly, started this little letter linkup, I knew I would be all in every month! She's hosting this linkup the second Friday of every month if you want to share your little letters, too-- we would love to have you!

Dear 73 degree February days, I am in love with you. Thanks for bringing literal rays of sunshine into what's been a kind of dreary few weeks -- it was so fun to see Brown's Island and all the paths along the James River FULL of people out and about and soaking it up. It's freezing again today, but it was great while it lasted!

Dear writers and editors and believers, there's a really cool job opening that you should check out! (Hint: it's at my company and is actually my current job!) I didn't get fired and I'm not leaving the company, but my role is changing and we're adding a editor to our team-- will it be you?! (Let me know if you're interested and I'll send over the info!)

Dear IF:gathering, thank you. Last weekend was spent in a beautiful room with 20+ new friends, listening to powerhouse talks from rockstar women and worshiping together, and it was just so good. I'm still thinking back on things that were said, and I have lots of new ideas swirling in my head, and I'm just really grateful.

Dear Kiwake app, I know I keep singing your praises around here, but I'm just so glad you help get my sleepy self out of bed every morning at 6 am. It's been a game-changer to have such solid time in the mornings to spend in the Word and writing and reading. This night owl has fallen in love with the slow, quiet morning hours before the sun is even up, and those are words I never thought I'd say.

Dear Valentine's Day, I don't like you. I'm sorry. I know you're all about love and romance and mushy stuff like that, but I'm just not a fan. (I did, however, design fun valentines for work that I do love, and I'm all about sending some fun snail mail, so maybe I'll make that my big celebration this year!) 

Dear men (and boys), hear me when I say that chivalry should not be dead. I'm all about paying my half of the bill, doing things for myself, and being independent, but it is still so appreciated when a man does gentlemanly things. Holding the door to a restaurant, opening the car door, pulling out my chair, letting me order first... all tiny and simple things that make a girl just feel cared for. Don't let those little things die, okay? (And ladies, be appreciative. I know you totally can do everything for yourself, but when a guy goes out of his way to be a gentleman, be gracious and let him.)

Dear Black History Month, I'm grateful for you. (I think we should celebrate you always, also.) I'm grateful for the conversations I've listened in on this month about what it means to be a person of color in this world. I'm thankful for the stories I've immersed myself in this month as I read only books by authors of color. I'm grateful for the hard, challenging, uncomfortable work of addressing my own privilege and my own biases and then not letting myself stay there. I want to continue to press onward through those nuanced and complex feelings and thoughts to be more understanding, empathetic, and aware.

Dear wallet, I haven't opened you hardly at all this month. Weird, I know. This whole budgeting thing and working on contentment thing have been rocking my world. It's hard, don't get me wrong. But I'm liking the fact that you've stayed tucked away in my bag much more than you've come out to play lately.

What little letter would you write today?

One year ago on the blog: The Rhythm of Lent For Me

Two years ago on the blog: You’re Not Alone

Three years ago on the blog: Buy Art and Rewrite a Story