My Little Lost Package Fiasco

Have you ever lost a package in the mail? If you have then you are very familiar with the 5 stages of losing a package. Stage One: Shock, “What!!! You haven’t received the package I sent you?” Stage Two: Denial, “There is no way you haven’t gotten the package. I know I wrote the right address on it.” Stage three: Anger, “I can not believe that the post office lost my package, they are going to be hearing about this!” Stage Four: Hopelessness, “It is gone! Gone forever, lost to the island of misfit packages. I will never see it again, it will never arrive.” Last but not least Stage Five: Acceptance, “I know it is gone but oh well, maybe it will turn up one day.” These were the 5 all too real stages I went through during my recent long lost package fiasco.

| The Story |

Recently, or more like October to be exact, my Grammy sent me a package. By now it was November, she never told me that she sent the package until she began to wonder why I never said “Thank You” or mentioned that I had gotten it.”You haven’t gotten the package I sent you yet? That is impossible!” she thought. But it was true I hadn’t gotten it. So you can definitely say were head deep in stage one of losing a package shock. Although, even with the ample time that had past we decided to give it a few more days because maybe it would arrive So the next week I checked the mail again and still no package.

By now stage two denial had sunk in leaving me thinking “there is no way my Grammy wrote down the wrong address! She has sent me packages before.”  However, I did double check with her and just like I thought she had written down the right address. So where was the package? and Why was it taking so long? We needed answers and fast before it was lost forever.

This lead to stage three, anger! I check the mail over and over, I asked the nice lady at the front desk but she told me there was nothing there for me. My grammy had her sister check her mailbox to see if the package was returned but of course, it wasn’t! The months past October, November, December, and still no package. The final stages were upon us, hopelessness and acceptance. At first, I was hopeless but I wished it would turn up even if it were months from now. Then I began to accept it and out of nowhere the package arrived!! 

This is where the happy ending begins one month later on January 15th the package had finally arrived. I was checking the mail, as usual, I brought my package slip to the front I knew what it was, my wedding stuff but the lady was holding a small yellow package too. That was odd and to my surprise, it was the lost package! I smiled and laughed a little, thanked the nice lady and all I could think was, I knew it would arrive. Better late than Never, I always say!

So my lovelies that is the story of my missing package. I hope you all enjoyed it and I hope it left you with a smile on your face and a giggle in your voice. Below are all the lovely things that were packed inside. So let’s hear one of your missing package stories. I’m sure you have a good one! What are you waiting for? Leave it in the comments below so I can read them! And may your shipping go smoothly!!

These old, simple, little measuring spoons may seem like an odd thing for a gift but they almost made me cry. They are the spoons that my Great Grandma used for baking with her children, then they were passed down to my Grammy. She used them to bake with her children and someday I hope to do the same with my children.
This little bracelet was just the thing a needed to add a little extra pink to my wardrobe. You can never have too much pink!
The one I had been waiting for! A shiny, pearly white, grey and silver wrap bracelet. It is beautiful and the best part is it was made by hand by my wonderful Grammy herself. Can you tell I like bracelets and jewelry yet?!

Fluorescents | a poem by Taylor Bateson|

This is a poem I wrote and rewrote again and again from all the way back in grade twelve. It all started with a simple question of ‘What is your biggest fear?’ and lead me writing a poem about what that was. I won’t tell you what it truly is, so take a read through it and see if you can figure it out for yourself. If you think you know it then leave a comment below!

Writing this poem and getting it to the state that it is in now took a very long time, about three years in total. It took looking back at it every few months and making small tweaks and having others read it too. And I think this is something many people over look when looking a piece of poetry or any writing. You may read it and have it strum just the right chord in your heart and think ‘WOW, How can someone write that easily?’. Remember not all pieces of writing and art happen over night, they take time and hard work. And most of all they take patience and a passion to finish it to the state that makes you smile, not just everyone else. So, next time you are having trouble writing or working on a passion of yours remember it may take time, more time than you want but in the end, if it makes smile then you know it was all worth while.


A burning beam of amber light

pierces the retinas of my red webbed eyes,

causing black blurs in its wake of shapes.

The high pitch screams of continuous beeps

follows what seems to be

the unsteady rhythm of my heartbeat.

I try to recollect my faded thoughts

and decode the haze of doctoral tongues

that hang like fog in the stale air around me


Where am I?
What is going on?


My eyes open like a newly bloomed flower.

Haltingly, I look around to see,

everyone is unknown to me.





Countless faces and not a single name in memory.

Perplexed by the gathering of people

I close my heavy lids

and try to make sense of the non-sense.

With my eyes fastened shut

My mind rewinds.


The center dotted line blurred

by the oncoming fluorescents?


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