Good Evening (or morning, or afternoon, or whatever time it is when you’re reading this! I hope it’s a good one!),
Before I get in to why my sister is amazing and mean at the same time, be sure to check out my Song of the Week page and maybe open it in YouTube so you can have it playing while you’re reading this post 😉
My younger sister, Key, is a beautiful woman with an even more beautiful soul. Both of my sisters are such better people than I am and I try every day to take after them. Key, however, is an artist. She designed my spoon logo (I dragged her out of bed to sketch it and she had it sent to me within 20 minutes. She’s that good) and gave me this ridiculously thoughtful gift for Christmas. I’m not going to lie to you, when I first saw it I was awfully confused.
This is what she presented to me:
See what I mean? What do I do with you, Po?
This is what she later provided me with:
Hello, my name is Po.
Sometimes the world is a tough place. It’s rude, and mean, and nasty. Sometimes I don’t feel like I have the strength to fight back anymore, so I hide in my paper bag. While I’m in here I feel safe, but I feel lonely. Maybe you could write to me? When you’re feeling like you want to hide, could you write to me all the sad things? Tell me how much it hurts, and we can hide in my paper bag together.
When you’re feeling strong, I’ll send those letters back to you so that you can remember that you are stronger than your paper bag days. Then you can send me beautiful letters about how full your life is, and all the wonderful times you’re having. When I’m all full up with letters about how you have the strength to take off your paper bag, maybe I can have the courage to take mine off, too.
Paper Bag Po.
I had a hard time keeping my chill. I didn’t know what to do. I held it together while I opened 4 other Ugly Dolls (she had gifted me one for my birthday and she knows my desire to complete sets) and a Wreck This Journal which is a super cool thing I’ve been looking at forever but never purchased for myself. She absolutely spoiled me but I couldn’t stop thinking about Po.
It’s been a busy few days but I know I’ll be writing my first letter to him soon enough as I begin the search for a new, more accessible, house to rent. The stairs in this one are killing me and I hate the feeling of having to move because my body is failing me. We have put so much into this home and have really enjoyed our years here… but it’s just not feasible any longer.
If you like the idea of Po, I encourage you to find your own friend to write to. I’m always up for being your Po, if you need one! It feels so good to get your feelings out, without the commitment of a journal. Po and I are going to be great friends.
Courtney… and Po.