Start of the race

Despite the digital era, our small nation of about 5.4 million people still send some 40 million greeting card for Christmas, almost two thirds of all the postcards we send annually. I plead guilty for more than my fair share of them.

This year, I brought some cards from Rome and ordered some from Lyyti, the Etsy shop of a lovely Finnish photographer. I entered into the writing job last night continuing until I ran out of cards. The reduced seasonal postage rate will be valid for two more days and I’m all set. Well done, considering it’s me I’m talking about.

Brewing with the greeting cards is generally the tradition that will start my race for the season. Some people choose to make Christmas a marathon. I’m afraid I’m one of those who tend to succeed in turning preparations of every festivity, however big or small, into a sprint. Wish me luck that this might change one day, at least into a middle-distance event.