My local postmen (or women; gender equality *heel click*) have an amazing ability to lose my parcels, not tell me my parcels have arrived, or sit on my parcels. This is supremely frustrating, to say the least.
Yet sometimes, my post office’s incompetence creates moments so wonderful that it’s as if the universe planned everything just to give me strength when I need it most.
How else could you explain the fact that Lexi’s original parcel for me, sent after I wrote about giving up my PhD, disappeared into the never-never so that the replacement parcel could arrive months later, just in time to be opened on the morning of my grandmother’s funeral?
Why else would circumstances have conspired to ensure that, out of the blue, I received with the above magnificent treats the below handwritten words that made me fall silent while sitting on my knees on the floor, because just the night before I’d started crying in the middle of a restaurant out of fear I do the very opposite to Lexi’s message?
What else could be the reason behind Lexi slipping into her parcel an utterly unexpected home-made mix CD, to be played for the first time as my brother and I drove to the funeral, where I would be singing Let It Be while he accompanied on guitar?
Oh Lexi. You have no idea how much giggling to “Who Put the Benzedrine in Mrs Murphy’s Ovaltine” helped calm me, just a little, on that drive.
But you know what? There is a simple, non-fate reason for all of this. It’s the same reason that Heidi – with me completely unaware until she asked for my address – carefully collected a stash of perfect American treats for me while on her recent overseas adventures.
It’s the reason that, one grey cold night, I opened up the accompanying card to find true friendship shown through Heidi’s ability to cheer me on whilst also calling me out for being a smart-aleck (one “f”, lady! Jeez! *wink*).
It’s the reason that Vaala, over in New Zealand, stopped for hot chocolate at a cafe and decided to buy me treats from the same place, but couldn’t at the time so returned the next weekend in order to send me chocolate dates and truffles. It’s the reason that Conor, while on a mission to buy her Dad’s birthday present, saw chocolate-covered sunflower seeds, remembered me raving about them, and immediately put some in the post.
It’s the reason that you, and this blog, often make my eyes fill with tears because I’m utterly overwhelmed and honoured. It’s the reason you make me feel like the below (yes, this photo is from a year ago).
You who read this are amazing-beyond-words. You who comment, you who read silently, you who send gifts and support, you who laugh and you to whom I send hugs. You are proof positive that our world is a gorgeous place and is absolutely worth holding onto, even in the splintering times. I cherish you, I’m grateful to you, and I thank you.
From the bottom of my heart.
P.S. In case some of you are finding this too gushy, I shall admit to you that, today, I went to the fridge and absentmindedly ate a spoonful of vegemite instead of peanut butter.
And then I did it again on purpose, to see whether it was as puckering an experience when I was expecting it as it was when I wasn’t.