I have this pile of about 50 pieces of unanswered mail.
It lurks in the corner of the studio, whispering insults about my character.
In spite of this, (or perhaps because of this) I am perversely drawn to work on anything BUT my mail.
The only good part about not responding to mail is that my incoming has slowed to a trickle, and the pile isn't growing. The word stagnant comes to mind.
But this morning, I sat down and wrote.
The deadline for the international postcard swap got me going, and the momentum continued.
In addition to the postcards for the swap, I wrote seven cards to mail art friends, proclaiming that I am finally coming out of my mail slump. I'm not sure I believed it as I wrote it, but it seemed like putting it in writing would help.
I drove to the post office, dropped them in the box outside, and then went in to check my PO Box.
It was packed.
I assumed it would all be MMSA items, and International PC Swap partners.
There was some of that.
But there were also SEVEN pieces of totally unexpected (one might say undeserved) personal mail.
Did you catch that? In the span of 60 seconds I dropped seven pieces of personal mail in one box, and pulled seven pieces of personal mail out of another.
I am truly humbled.
Thoughts become things.
The slump is over.