Correspondence with Time.

Today, a small project finally left the drawer.
Or, to be more literal — it landed on paper.

I wrote a letter to two friends living in the United States. Took about 30, maybe 40 minutes out of my day to pause the infinite scroll and let my hands work in a different way.

And what a good feeling.
It had been a while since I last exchanged letters with anyone (in some distant past I used to write to friends — and strangers, who eventually stopped being strangers). Just the act of sitting down and focusing on that task gave me a kind of mental relief I hadn’t felt in a long time.

Exploring a topic without a plan, letting my own words echo in my head as if I were speaking out loud — it was, let’s say, therapeutic.

And this was just the beginning. I already know the list of friends who’ll be getting something in the mail from me is about to grow. It’s just a matter of time management — and, of course, intention.