Take, take, TAKE!

If you can’t RECEIVE you’re still a Taker.

My initial reaction to people extending a hand, a couch, meal, clothes washer, solace and shelter is:

“I’m good.”

What does that ACTUALLY mean?

Should be able to do this all my Self, my way, solo, and with pride.

Right?

Wrong.

I do need to receive.

I could use a cushy bed. Some privacy. A set of clean clothes. Scrumptious dinner. Place to hang my sun hat and call it a night at a reasonable time. Outta the rain, halting my own busy mind, with friendly companionship.

Giving, giving, giving is pretty much what I learned, took-on, fulfilled day after day, month, year, decades.

It’s time I really saw the truth of the matter.

I NEED as well.

Being stingy and stubborn about independence, "I can do it all my Bad Ass Self" only keeps me isolated and those around me frustrated.

I certainly know what it’s like to offer up my time, energy, a shoulder, homemade meal, or a ride and I’m turned down time and time again.

I forget, and reject someone’s help when they phone, stop by, send me a telepathic message.

Then am left alone to sort it out. Unhappy. Unhealthy. Remorseful.

So, bring on the offers.

I’ll accept happily.

And expect you to gobble-up the extension of my hand as well.

When you’re in need.

Deal?