If there’s one thing I love on the weekends, it’s spending some time in Greer Chicago. The staff alone is amazing. But add in the window displays, the inspirations hanging on the wall, the music currently moving their hips and repurposed items to hold cards and well, it’s hard not to find reasons to stick around in there.
Many of my mail recipients tell me the joy they get seeing an envelope that has actual handwriting on it. But the crazy part is, I have more fun picking cards and then rationalizing why Lisa needs the “Smile. Ryan Gosling Exists” card in that exact moment. (I think we all know where Mom and I will stop by this weekend)
And with the latest posts from The Wall Street Journal and Harvard Business Review, it doesn’t appear I’ll be stopping anytime soon. I find myself repeatedly looking through my card boxes and folders when I just need a little pick me up. I have a Valentine’s card that was too hilarious from Mom two years ago that continues to sit on my desk. I cannot imagine a world without handwritten notes and it seems there are a few others out there who will make sure we won’t.