I had a collection of sweary mugs, but they also come with a story. And who doesn’t love a good story.
It has plenty of holiday cheer. I promise.
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It has plenty of holiday cheer. I promise.
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(2) I went to high school in rural New Hampshire and as you might have guessed, I wasn’t exactly the kind of girl who made a lot of friends. I was nerdy. Awkward.
I also wasn’t from around there and if you know anything about New England, that can be a teenage death sentence.
I also wasn’t from around there and if you know anything about New England, that can be a teenage death sentence.
(3) When I left at 17 to go to college, it was a relief and I didn’t really look back. By the time I was emerging from college, the internet and social media was becoming a thing.
I connected on Facebook with a few classmates but I can’t say those friendships were very inspiring
I connected on Facebook with a few classmates but I can’t say those friendships were very inspiring
(4) Except for one person in my feed. She hadn’t been a classmate as she was a few years behind me but it was a tiny school and I knew who she was.
She’d become a chef and we often found ourself in each other’s comments and liking one another’s posts.
She’d become a chef and we often found ourself in each other’s comments and liking one another’s posts.
(5) I don’t even remember how it began, but one year we decided that sweary mugs were the best thing ever and wouldn’t it be nice if a secret Santa sent you one.
Nod nod. Wink wink.
When the holidays rolled around, our gifts crossed in the mail.
And a tradition was born.
Nod nod. Wink wink.
When the holidays rolled around, our gifts crossed in the mail.
And a tradition was born.
(6) We’d never really discuss it on social media or anywhere else. Just every year that little gift would show up in the mail. Like a reminder that out there, someone was thinking of you. And saw you for who you were.
It was a small gesture. But it meant the world to me.
It was a small gesture. But it meant the world to me.
(7) When I left Facebook last year, I knew this was one of the connections I’d miss. But wouldn’t you know it, a mug showed up on my doorstep all the same this year and maybe it’s the pandemic talking but I got sort of teary eyed.
She hadn’t forgotten me.
She hadn’t forgotten me.
(8) I was wildly unhappy as a teen. I never really felt accepted or safe within my family or community
But I grew up & I found my tribe.
It made all the difference.
I guess this is just a bit of hope for those hanging on by a thread this holiday. Hang on. It gets better.
But I grew up & I found my tribe.
It made all the difference.
I guess this is just a bit of hope for those hanging on by a thread this holiday. Hang on. It gets better.
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