Every month I'll keep a mini diary, writing and drawing for a friend. When I'm done, I'll send it to them. Last year, for the first time, I gave a good friend an original oodlie that I've had for 5 years and I felt awful the moment I mailed it. But it was one of those awful feelings that was mixed with an unexplainable spice of good (not the kind that burns the next day). I haven't attempted to find out why it feels so good to give something I want away. But since that incident, I only give oodlies I'm attached to away.
Unrelated: Finding Birthday and Christmas gifts have become increasingly difficult.
Why should Birthday not be capitalised if Christmas is? I've had my doubts about the life lessons spell check has been teaching us for years.
see the first diary entry
here and the rest on the side menu.