I sent some packages & a letter out yesterday. Just some gifts, & a letter to a magazine. I’m not sure why I feel compelled to GIVE so much away. Maybe it’s the feeling of being blessed… wanting to share the abundance of happiness with others is not a bad thing, in my opinion. And getting mail is something I find very special… even when I know it is something I ordered for myself.
I remember a time when I feared getting the mail. A report card, or a bill – hell, a summons. It just all seemed bad. Anything with a return address I did not recognize, I threw out. I was that paranoid! No joke. And if I did not throw them out, I hoarded them. A whole canvas bag of unopened letters from college loan debt collection agencies, credit cards… I can go on & on. I won’t lie to you: I was terrible, unresponsible & unreasonable.
For a long time, trying to find a point to such nonsense was beyond my reach.
Times are different, now. Growing up took a long time. And I can admit to being a slow learner… or just a stubborn pain in the rump.
What I can impart to anyone is the knowledge of discovering your problems may be a large, imagined construct of your own making, rather than a manageable reality.
The only way to find out is to open those damn envelopes.
Then there are the days you get that surprising, unexpected parcel in the mail. A gift from a loved one you have not seen in years… or a card saying “thinking of you”.
It is worth it! All those days, weeks, months, maybe years of the same dismal drivel, then, all of a sudden, BAM! – A gift!
Those are the good days.