Keeping it nice … for what?
On one of Kylie Kelce’s recent podcasts, she said how much she hates opening gifts in front of others. But she loves gifting to others.
She also said she’s not one of those “It’s my birthday month!” people. She’d rather no one knows.
I … am shocked how much I relate.
I love when people send gifts to my house. I can open them if or when I want.
Sometimes it’s right away. Sometimes it takes a few days. Sometimes I’ll open one thing within the box and come back later.
Now, the few people I have in my life happen to be pretty good gift givers. So it’s not a problem to open in front of them.
Oh but the giving.
I can’t even count how many gifts I send out in a year. All year. I don’t wait. I could throw myself in front of a Brightline literally any day of the week, eight times a day if I wanted to.
I have the mother of all gifts landing in Los Angeles any day now.
The recipients have NO idea.
When I was a kid, I remember (with all the cringe in the world now) telling my Gram that she could just show me love instead of buying me stuff.
OK how much do I hate myself for that? A lot. SO much.
But really, gifting was her love language.
She grew up with nothing.
She had nothing.
But when she had something?
She gave it to me.
(And she regifted it when I was done with it, as I took very good care of everything.)
I should have used the things more.
Taken less good care out of them.
Loved the shit out of them.
Rather than saving them for … what? A daughter I would never have?
Anyway I really try not to send people too much shit.
But I also can’t help myself.
I just hope they use the stuff I send them … more than the stuff I “keep nice” in case someone else can use it someday.