last week, i was thinking about mailboxes and wondering if they will ever become obsolete. on most days, all i get in mine is a pile of junk mail and the occasional bill. but today is not most days. today, when i opened up my mailbox, amidst the pile of flyers for pizzerias and 2 for 1 eye wear, there was a small envelope, with my hand-written name and address on it. upon seeing it, my heart did a tiny, little jig of glee. and then my grumpy inner voice said something like: "don't get excited, it's probably nothing".
and then my cheery inner voice said: "maybe... but it sure looks like something!".
and as i took it out and held it in my hands, it even felt like something.
a client whose hair i cut a little while back had sent me this:
is there anything better than the feeling you get when someone goes out of their way for you?
there is not.