Here's a metaphor for life. It's a potluck. If we want our banquet to have variety, we better invite a lot of people.
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Yesterday I asked my daughter for some financial help. That really pushed all my failure alarm buttons. I let that meaning go. She was pleased that she could help me out. My asking turned out to be a gift to her -- she got to contribute to me. The old "truths" die hard, but when they fall, the resulting thud is very satisfying. :)
I know that when I want to contribute to someone, I am expressing love for them in some way. I hate to have that rejected. I stopped giving in order to get when I was a toddler. It was a short lived way of being. And it hurts a little to be thought of in that way even when it's not personal (which it seldom is). But most people reject contribution. Doesn't really matter what their reasoning is for rejecting it, the contributor has his or her own story of a personal failing. Even though I have a lot of evidence that suggests a rejected offering is always about the intended receiver, I still have a moment of listening to that asshole voice in my head telling me that there is something wrong with me. Giving is a joy for me. It must, therefore, be a joy for others, too. Who am I to deny them their joy!
Here. Have some love. Take as much as you want. It's free. Display it proudly and be sure to give some away.
{In my best compassionate daddy voice} Go forth and contribute!
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Yesterday I asked my daughter for some financial help. That really pushed all my failure alarm buttons. I let that meaning go. She was pleased that she could help me out. My asking turned out to be a gift to her -- she got to contribute to me. The old "truths" die hard, but when they fall, the resulting thud is very satisfying. :)
I know that when I want to contribute to someone, I am expressing love for them in some way. I hate to have that rejected. I stopped giving in order to get when I was a toddler. It was a short lived way of being. And it hurts a little to be thought of in that way even when it's not personal (which it seldom is). But most people reject contribution. Doesn't really matter what their reasoning is for rejecting it, the contributor has his or her own story of a personal failing. Even though I have a lot of evidence that suggests a rejected offering is always about the intended receiver, I still have a moment of listening to that asshole voice in my head telling me that there is something wrong with me. Giving is a joy for me. It must, therefore, be a joy for others, too. Who am I to deny them their joy!
Here. Have some love. Take as much as you want. It's free. Display it proudly and be sure to give some away.
{In my best compassionate daddy voice} Go forth and contribute!