After arriving back in the USA a few days ago, I’ve been busy cleaning out all of my old boxes. Although I just moved back from China, my goal is to move abroad again for my Master’s Degree soon. Thus, all of the clutter in my old room and closet needed to leave.
As I pulled out old boxes and rummaged through dusty drawers, glimpses of the past kept appearing.
My fingers were stained pink and blue from oil pastel paintings made in residential treatment for my eating disorder. Babies surrounded by darkness, blood-red monsters devouring me, trees half blossoming and half diseased – images of despair and hope mixed with every color.
Trying on huge hats at Chapel Hats in Downtown Disney was certainly a moments for my “happiness” folder.
I like labeling and arranging things. Putting my books in a new order (alphabetical by author, similar genre, date published, etc) was an exciting task that I did around once a month. Color coding priced items for a garage sale, rearranging the school supplies in my drawer, checking off items on a to-do list – being an Aspie might contribute to my enthusiasm of these tasks.
Similarly, filing things brings me joy. I have folders full of programs of shows, recipes to try, pictures of places to visit, and medical information about my medications. The things that I keep serve some purpose; I want to try to accomplish/make it some day, remember the time a moment happened, have information for later, etc.
Letter Writing can be a great way to communicate with others.
As a writer, I think of many different ways that I can use this skill. Most of my first thoughts center on creative outlets such as poetry and fiction. However, typing out past experiences or present worries can help to take away stress. Then, of course, there are the things that one must write such as academic papers, to-do lists, and social media updates.
However, there is a type of writing that is deeply personal and emotional that we rarely use anymore. That is letter writing.
Growing up, my grandma and I corresponded with letters regularly. We would read the same book and communicate what we thought about it. At the end, we each created a test for the other person. Her scrawling cursive writing contrasted with my large block letters with scribbles marking mistakes.