The Gift

Have you ever received a gift but it came in a form you never expected (or thought you wanted) and you had trouble accepting it? Just me?

Well, I did recently receive a gift. I’ve come to understand the gift was what I wanted but it came in an unusual form that I thought I didn’t want. I was initially quick to complain that I couldn’t have what I wanted. It took me some time to see the gift for what it is: a gift.

Whatever its form, wherever its origin, it remains a gift. Merriam Webster defines gift as something voluntarily transferred by one person to another without compensation. A transfer is a conveyance of right, title, or interest. It amounts to this: once conveyed, the gift was mine to do with as I will.

After first receiving the gift, it was so different in form from what my mind had cast forward that I didn’t recognize it as the thing I wanted. I couldn’t accept that it was the thing I had hoped for and longed for. Its shape was all wrong, I thought. The dimensions were entirely off. It didn’t even look like I thought it would. It couldn’t possibly be the thing I had carefully crafted in my mind.

The thing is, I could pretty easily discard the gift. I could pretty easily renounce it as useless. I could pretty easily let it go. Forget it.

Or I could not. I could embrace the gift. I could assign its purpose. I could hold on tight and let the gift just be. And remember it.

I could learn how new dimensions fit the grander vision the gift fits into. I could cast a new vision incorporating this new shape.

Like so many things in life, it’s a matter of perspective. And perspective is at least as much a matter of choice as it is a matter of circumstance.

What was the gift? It only really matters to me. No answer I write here would be truly satisfying to anyone else. But you probably have received a gift like this at some point, or will. A gift you thought might be pointless. A gift that you were quick to write off. A gift that, to be utilized, required you to recast your vision.

It’s a matter of perspective. A matter of choice. What will you do with the gift?

Wellbeing and Family

The In-pen-ity Gauntlet & Good Gifting

You may have heard that some of the population was up for gifts this Sunday. I am among that number, and while I got a cache of tremendously affecting treasures, this one begs to be shared. It’s for the writer in your life. It’s called the in-pen-ity gauntlet!

Now what happens when I snap? No one can quite say. With any luck, I’ll snap coronavirus off the face of the earth. If only…

Gifting is a strange and glorious thing living under the coronavirus regime. Do you order something? Gift some treasure of your own? Make something? Whatever the item, it feels giddy and extravagant amid our new hunter-gatherer society to receive (or give) a gift.

Now, someone tried to give me a stranger’s pandemic popcorn, and I just…no. But my mom brought my family scones one day. Another day my parents brought staples (not the metal kind but the food kind) and set them in the box on our porch. We’ve had a birthday parade complete with a paper airplane shot from a car with a homemade crossbow. The neighbors put a full-garage sign up for Third’s big day. I’ve received the gift of office attire for my new job that I do at home presently.

But today, amid some things that I won’t share here, I received this good and perfect gift from Middling. Where, you may ask, did he find the leather? Welp. He harvested that from a whole piece we’ve had in the garage for years. I almost can’t blame him. The button? No idea. The pens were already mine, though the purple one looks a mite chewed by the puppy.

It’s a gift that took thought and effort and sacrifice and ingenuity. It’s a treasure.

I hope you treasure something today. I hope you find new things to treasure and to give as treasures.

Oh, and watch for the benevolent snap to come…

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