My journal entry for May 8, 2018. A text transcription is at the end:
A text transcription of the above:
On the wall in my office is a collection of random notes, cards, tickets, & badges. It’s almost a history of my life.
It includes tickets to Aerosmith & stones concerts. One of the few photos I have of my mom and me. A photo of Jake & me at a Japanese restaurant holding a birthday pineapple (it wasn’t my birthday).
There are also many notes- many handwritten- that clients and friends have sent.
I realized yesterday the rate I’m adding to this wall is slowing. Perhaps it’s cultural. Printed tickets are rare now. Perhaps clients don’t feel a need to write now that I’m solidly “not a kid” anymore.
Regardless, it makes me sad to think these connections are getting few and far between.
I’ve made an effort over the years to regularly write to people. To compliment their work, keep in touch, or just say hello. I rarely hear back. When I do, it’s usually a digital note through a text or Facebook message.
