"But Then I Work Really Hard at It"
One summer, a long, long time ago, I worked as a summer camp counselor, in the arts and crafts department. One thing I observed there is that the director shipped out something like a dozen letters and packages a day. Every day. Anything she made as a demonstration, she shipped out as a gift. Any jewelry, pins, ceramic projects were usually sent out the same day she finished them. Between sessions, she must have written out hundreds of funky little postcards.
Once in a while, she’d hand me a stack of cards and ask me to take them to office. There, walking the path between the craft center to the office, I’d flip through the addresses, noting how far and wide this woman’s creative conviviality really went.
"You have so many friends," I said once, commenting on the stack.
"I do," she smiled. "But see, I work really hard at it."