Hello friends, I wanted you all to know that I have won a very prestigious award. No, no, it’s not one of those tag “you’re it” posts when I assign you homework. Those are fun and educational…this is from the Twitter. You know something is super important if there is a preceding “the”.
Now let’s be honest, I’m a lifelong card carrying Luddite, I do not embrace new technology. And by new, I mean any technological advances in the 21st century. My technical skills fall somewhere between infant and hard core Amish. Practically a blank slate over here.
It being early January, I am trying for the best version of myself. I’m not giving up eating so I had to find something…so let’s get better at the Twitter. Yesterday I engaged in a bit of banter and stumbled upon a contest for “fledglings” defined as Twitter accounts with less than two thousand followers. As it happens, I am slightly under that threshold, by slightly, I mean to say I am approximately 1,750 shy of 2,000 followers. So you know, a few shy (Warning Shameless Plug: please follow me @thebrycewarden and maybe tell your friends).
Anyhow these lovely people @The_Fledglings have weekly contests where you can comment with an original non-assholish tweet to throw your hat in the virtual ring. The idea is to grow your followers. Of course my first attempt at this was a fail because you know, Amish. I did a screenshot of my tweet and dropped it in the comments. The kind people informed me that I needed to drop a link and they even had a tutorial for idiots like me who need a tutor for Twitter. Twelve short hours later, I finally followed the rules and linked my tweet.
You guys…I’m a FLEDGLINGS WINNER! I am almost embarrassed at how happy this makes me, almost.
I’m skipping the annual Christmas Card this year. My kids are 12 and 14 and have an opinion about what photos can be shared. I asked them a few times to let me know which photos were “OK” to send out, no response. To be honest, I’m not that heart broken about it.
Sending out cards started out with such enthusiasm when the kids were young. I genuinely loved sending out a card each year which featured several photos of our family experiences over the course of a year. And people seemed to enjoy the updates. It’s amazing how fast the littles grow and close friends and family seemed to enjoy the annual progress report.
I would always include photos of places we had visited and some fun experiences. As the years ticked by family photos of trips took center stage. I love to travel so it isn’t surprising that I would focus on these moments to document. In the back of my mind though, I wondered if this was a little too much. And at some point the card list expanded to people that were business associates and others that are not necessarily close friends or family members. What was once a loving family tradition turned into a holiday chore.
The family I have created with my husband has been blessed. As a couple we still like each other 20 years in, we are all relatively healthy and our kids are solidly good humans. We have been lucky enough to travel to fantastic places – Italy, Switzerland, Iceland, Hawaii, California – a bunch of wonderful memories in amazing locations. Not everyone gets to do this and maybe my card isn’t well received by all recipients.
I hadn’t really thought of the last bit when the cards were sent to people that truly know us. Those people know that I was raised by a single parent, was on Welfare as a kid and worked full time to put myself through college. They know my husband was raised by immigrant parents whose first language was Italian. He was brought up with two loving parents who worked their asses off to get him a good education. An education that he absorbed, coupled with the mind of an entrepreneur which, led him to create a successful business.
To the people that don’t know us well, those cards might seem like an opportunity to boast. They never were. They were always an expression of gratitude with a sprinkling of – can you believe we get to do this! Sure I could thin the herd and only send cards to a select few but even that seems elitist. It’s time to let go. We still have the memories and the photos, I’m just holding them a little closer now.