Where The Rubber Hits The Road

Gift horses and the like

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We’ve been told never to look a gift horse in the mouth. It’s good solid advice. (I mean, I can’t say that I’ve ever been gifted an actual horse. And certainly my first instinct wouldn’t be to look at its teeth. What would I even be looking for?) But the sentiment is solid.

Then why do I have such a hard time with it? I don’t fancy myself a pessimist. More of a worrier. I see the glass as half full (as opposed to half empty) I just have concerns about it. Like, what’s in the glass? Should I drink it? What should I do if I don’t like the contents? Do I spit it out? (You see, I don’t want to hurt anyones feelings.)  What happens if I do like the contents but don’t know where I can purchase more? See, I’m a worrier.  Certifiable, even.

I wonder though, what would happen if I just drank from the glass and enjoyed it? No questions asked. Or accepted the horse without wondering where I was going to board it? What if I could just enjoy life’s gifts when they came,  no expectations, no concerns, no questions asked?

I will probably always be a worrier. But I also want to be someone who receives the good things in life without second guessing them. I want to believe that people give gifts just because. Because they love me. Because they are kind. Because they want to.  I want to believe I deserve such kindness. No strings attached. Just because.

So here’s my advice. Enjoy the good things when they come. Accept being embraced, loved on, taken care of. Remember that even when life is full of difficulties and challenges it’s also laced with goodness. Next time someone hands you a “gift horse” don’t second guess it. (Unless of course it’s a Trojan horse. Then by all means, politely decline. History being a good teacher and all that.) 


One thought on “Gift horses and the like

  1. May you be blessed with many gifts and surprises from unpredictable sources. You deserve it!


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