The Package
The other day a package, sent to me, from me, was delivered to my home. Except I didn’t actually send myself anything. So I had no idea what it was or who would send it or why they would. Inside was an anonymous note referencing Avery and The 19 Days and I’m not including the note because the sender went through great lengths to remain anonymous and therefore I’m respecting that and no one will be able to scrutinize the handwriting. Because it isn’t really about trying to figure out who sent it. It’s about allowing yourself to just feel loved and cared for. In this case, allowing myself to just feel loved and cared for. Because the truth is, I’ve been craving that for a long time. Years and years, really. And I kind of forgot what it was like - to just receive. To just accept. To just think about how someone, somewhere, thought about me and said, “I think she’d like this.” So they took out their money and purchased something that was perfect for me when they could hav...