Making Things Happen

       It all started with going to drop off the letters to my sweetie at the mail drop off box. It then started to hit me, that I should start doing it more often. See, I love going on walks, a lot. I enjoy that peaceful time, the scenery the whole thing I just love it. I had stopped for a couple of weeks because of a lot of things that were going on then I decided to come back, and come back the right way. I didn’t want to mention much at the beginning because I wanted to make sure it was something I was going to stick to. This year has been not only a life changing year for me but a year where I decided to have more self discipline.

I must note that all of this has been in large part been because of inspiration from my sweetie (yeah he’s an inspiring man!). Knowing that he is doing something big and heroic really inspired me to at least try doing something for myself. My walks have gotten longer, I’m slowly incorporating jogging, my workouts have gotten more regular and more well established. I’m even thinking in taking part of a local 5k event (I even know what I want my little badge to say, a dedication to my sweetie) and that is what I am currently aiming for. I asked some members of my family to join me, but lets face it I can’t wait around for others if I must do something I must go out and do it on my own, although everyone else is welcomed to join in. I realized that having self motivation is a big part in making things happen and that’s what I’ll be sticking to. I gotta make things happen.

Smile, make things happen in your life. 

Who Does That? – I Do!

     I was watching the news recently when they started to report on the downsizing of the post office [Article from the Washington Post “]. Interestingly one of the news anchors said “Who does that?” in reference to who still wrote hand written letters and sent them through the post office. Immediately I thought, I do! So this downsizing of the post office is a very sad thing for me.

Every week (sometimes twice a week) I use my walks as a way to go drop off my letters to my sweetheart, its one of the things I always look forward to every week. I love writing him letters, people always ask me how I find a way to write something every day. I just do, since I can’t talk to him the way we used to I take it all to my letters and write what I would be telling him if he was here. All in all it makes me feel a lot closer to him. makes me feel that whenever I am writing he is there listening to what I’m saying.

What happened? I often ask myself why must we be such a sucked-into-technology kind of society, ironic since technology is basically my life (career wise). I wish more people wrote hand letters to other people instead of using E-Mail or text. It shows people you care, to take the time to actually write down words, its a rare act nowadays.

I LOVE snail mail, seriously love it! (Why I Walk On Sunshine, Snail Mail) Even more so now that it has a whole new level of meaning to me. Whenever I get an envelope with my sweetheart’s name my heart skips beats and beats faster, and well it just goes crazy. It gives me great sadness to know that people are not using the post that much now. (WHY?! WHY?! WHY?!) Look at how many jobs are getting lost just by having so many post offices closed. Yes, I know the budget… its still very frustrating. The wonderful people at the USPS have kept me sane, delivering my letters and bringing me mine these last couple of weeks. I smile whenever I see a USPS truck because I know that one of those trucks will one day bring me another letter from someone. With all this said, I hope that everyone out there that reads this post will write at least one hand written letter to someone, surprise someone! Make someone smile! And if you know someone that works at the USPS let them know this crazy girl thanks them for making me smile everyday.

Smile, be that person that says “me!” whenever someone asks of who still writes handwritten letters. 

Why I Walk On Sunshine

 Ever heard the song “Walking On Sunshine” by Katrina and the Waves? I love that song, and to me that song has a lot of meaning.

“I used to think maybe you loved me now baby I’m sure

And I just cant wait till the day when you knock on my door

Now everytime I go for the mailbox, gotta hold myself down

Cos I just wait till you write me you’re coming around”

I love getting mail, no I’m not talking about E-Mail but snail mail. The feeling of opening an envelope and awaiting to read whats inside… especially when it comes from someone like my love. I remember getting the first letter (after he left) I was a mixture of smiles and tears of joy (literally) for the rest of the day. Just knowing that he thinks of me despite his extremely busy schedule makes me smile, and makes me feel that warm tingly feeling inside. Ever since then whenever I get a letter in the mail from him I kid you not I start singing the song.

“I’m walking on sunshine wooah!”

I value greatly the work that the post office does. Without them I don’t know how life would be like. They are the men and women that close the gaps of miles that stand in between two lovers. They bring us close although far away, and the sight of the post by the house makes me extremely happy. Thank you great people from the post office, THANK YOU for all that you, just know you bring me smiles with every letter you bring my way, especially from my sweetheart.

Smile, walk with me on sunshine! Come on!

Starting The New Month RIGHT

   Happy August everybody! I’ll be honest this morning I didn’t feel like waking up early, let alone do anything the rest of the day. Today I wanted to have one of those lazy days, and then it hit me: today is the first day of a new month.

I wanted to start the new month by staying active, and no one else was going to push me to get up except yours truly. I did exactly that, against my best wishes to stay in bed and be a lazy person I got up. The first thing I did was to get ready, grabbed some fruit, and went off on my way. I took a jog/walk this morning and since it was Monday I figured I’d get two birds with one stone and go drop off my letter to my sweetie at the local pick up box. So off I went and that was how I started my morning.

I didn’t stop, I went swimming as soon as I came home. I could feel the workout, it was intense but it wasnt so bad since I had started a few days back. Actually it felt pretty good, and much needed. I could’ve called it a day, but did I? No. I went off to clean my room, every inch of it. What can I say sometimes OCD hits me really bad. Now that my room is spotless and free of dust, now that my muscles got their workout I think its time to say that I started the day on the right track. Now I’m off to relax on this beautiful evening that awaits.

Smile, you too can start your day/month/year off right.