Well hello little badass calendar…
Aren’t you intense today…
I have one foible…
my heart is too big.
I guess that because I always felt inferior, outcast, one of the unworthy growing up it stands to reason that I gravitate to wanting to save the world’s downtrodden.
But not in the way that you think…
For I was once one of the downtrodden in my mind.
My self-esteem was in the trash,
my children and I lived on $500 a month,
I thought I was a worthless human being because that is what I was told.
But that changed as I pulled myself up out of the pit of self-pity and divorce despair, went back to school, and started a new life.
Had I not had the support and sheer will to do so, we might have became a statistic.
Which brings me out of the rabbit hole and to my point.
I had to swallow my pride and accept help during those times.
My light-bulb moment during one prideful episode in which I was acting particularly resistant was when a person told me, “Please don’t refuse granting me a blessing by allowing me to help you.”
I was gobsmacked.
I let my pride take a backseat to witness that person receive a blessing…
and I never forgot how good it made me feel.
but enveloped in love.
I learned to allow others their blessings and say a heartfelt “Thank you”
In my experience, the most meaningful gifts are the ones given by those with the least to spare.
Because wealth is more than money,
more than a full bank account,
even more than the possibility of winning the lottery.
The true jackpot is receiving blessings by helping others and allowing them to reciprocate.
XO Lisa ❤️ living a gratitude filled life!