Feel kind of like Flo in Flo and Friends where she states that she's needing to re-think how she shops for others. That the gag gifts at the white elephant party she went to were all gifts she had given in years past. Now I get that when you give a gift you relinquish all ownership and expectation. Still...can't I at least be original once in awhile? I promised my friends that I won't do the same thing again next year, although I suppose the third time would make it a tradition. (Thanks, my friends, for your graciousness.)
I've longed to be not only original, but creative. I'd love to be able to throw a fabulous party, find fun things to do with people (i.e. the grandchilluns) when they come over, to manage just the right gift, to be a great hostess. And more. I can't. It just isn't in me. I quake at the thought of large groups / noise / confusion / mess. Not really into spending money for all the aforesaid items. Thus, I always feel lacking and failing in the obvious comparison to those whose talents in that arena are clear and beckoning to all. (Although I would hope to draw the line at bringing a broccoli tree to a potluck dinner.)
The answer, of course, is to find a way to shine in my own way. Like Rudolph. I think he has the copyright on the red nose. I'll keep looking (I think my shiner has burnt out.) In the meantime, if we have a party, I'll leave the games to the guests, the hosting to The Husband and I'll be the one in the kitchen, behind the scenes. It's more comfortable for me there.
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