A conversation with my wife led to a headsmack/”yeah, huh?” moment this morning.
We have a friend who needed me to write a letter of recommendation as part of her application to a math and science teacher training program. I love it when people ask me to do things like this, because I get a big kick out of pointing out things I see in people that maybe they don’t see in themselves.
For an antisocial sort, I’m actually pretty fond of people. On a personal level. (It’s just the GROUPS I don’t particularly care for, I guess. But anyway.)
I wrote the letter yesterday, and emailed a copy to my friend, who seemed quite happy at what I had written about her. And it makes me feel GOOD to make people feel GOOD about themselves. And that’s what I told my wife.
In a moment of sheer, clouds-parting clarity, she looks sidelong at me (in the mirror… still working out the geometry of that one) and says, “You know… you don’t have to wait for someone to ask for a letter like that, or for someone to be applying for something. You could just write one, if you like doing it so much.”
My first instinct was, “Why would I do that? Who would read it?”
Oh yeah… I could write it and give it to them.
So I think I’ll make it my goal to write one “letter of recommendation” a week. And see what happens.
I like blessing people. I like writing. ZOUNDS! I can do BOTH AT ONCE?!?!?