I’m usually pretty good when it comes to writing a letter. It’s an old ritual for me: a piece of paper, a comfortable pen, maybe some coffees or songs by the speaker (if I want to spoil myself). And I’ve missed it a lot lately. I know - why don’t you just send letters then, Clara? Well I did, actually. I’ve written letters for my best friends, some love letters for my husband, introduction letters to some readers… birthday cards, congratulation cards, get-well-soon cards… grieving cards. The last one is often too hard to send out, but it has become more necessary than before; you know, since the pandemic came into our lives. And maybe that is why (among other reasons) I couldn’t just easily feel confident with any new post in this blog since the beginning of 2021. Giving birth to a new blog post has always shared a similar quality (and satisfaction) as sending out a written letter in the mail. So naturally, I often *assume* about what kind of reaction the receiver of such “letter” would be.

Would the letter is polite enough and considered thoughtful? What if my writing is just me throwing out complaints and being an ungrateful brat for feeling negative despite having my obvious privileges around, right?

What if people want me to write a good, reflective, positive, in-depth learning about a certain phenomenon or a certain, I don’t know, life lesson? Wisdom? Pieces of Advice?

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