You ever do something and you know it has the potential to turn into a complete train wreck but you feel compelled to do it anyway? Yeah, that just happened.
It felt like I had no control over doing something that was even worse than that time I followed a complete stranger around Starbucks, thinking she was the person I was there to meet (but wasn’t). This time, my actions were deliberate and intentional and freakishly weird but, as bad as it seems, I would probably do the same if given another chance.
It all started with a Facebook post. I had become Facebook friends with Ann Marie Houtailing (http://www.annmariehoughtailing.com) and she posted:
I immediately commented, “How can I help you? (Yes, I’m serious)” She replied with something witty and I was clear that she had just “joked me off” and the appropriate response would have been to say something cute or witty in return and then move on with my life…except I couldn’t.
I couldn’t because, although neither of us knew it, I had reached my limit of seeing people who are major givers in the world but are unable to receive.
I imagine love as this energetic circuit that is trying to complete itself and far too often is unable to because we have a world full of givers and takers but very few receivers. We are taught that it is better to give than to receive and we run around with this mentality that the more we can give to the world, while receiving as little in possible in return, the better we are as individuals.
We hold these types of people up on pedestals and we tell each other that this is what we should all aspire to, but I personally don’t believe that’s the case.
I see a world of people that are killing themselves trying to get love, doing things that sacrifice their integrity or their well-being in order to be approved and loved when, really, there’s an overabundance of love that is just hanging out in the atmosphere with nowhere to go because we’ve all conditioned ourselves not to receive it.
So, I did what any nominally sane person would do given the same scenario. I waited a couple days and replied again…and then, a couple days after that, I sent a private message because I wanted her to be clear I wasn’t just trying to get public recognition. I simply wanted to help.
Yes, if you’re wondering, I had just become really creepy but I couldn’t stop if I wanted to. Luckily, to preserve her sanity and my arrest record, she wrote back and suggested we meet in person. We met and I told her the thought that was in my mind when I wrote my last message to her. It was, “I dare you to receive!”
Which, more fully, meant something like “I dare you to be a complete conduit of love, to buck the norm of what we are all taught, to have the courage to allow love to flow in all directions, to declare yourself worthy of the same level of love and care that you provide to everyone else, to be vulnerable and build deeper, truer connections with people as a result. I dare you to be a recipient of all the goodness that you put out into the world and not push it away or laugh it off”
It takes courage to receive; it’s not something for the faint of heart. Receiving lives way outside the comfort zone of many of us and it feels even more uncomfortable when the person wanting to give is a relative stranger, but that’s actually the point. Your ability to receive shouldn’t hinge on preconceived notions of who the giver should be. We all crave love and abundance and, yet, many of us have no idea how to let it in. Don’t you think it’s time we learned?
Take a quick look inside, Are you like Ann Marie? If so, I challenge you too!
I dare you to receive! What’re you gonna do about it?
P.S. Stay tuned to learn what she said when we met in person!