The Art of the Gift

I somehow have gotten the reputation that I like expensive things. I do. I really do. Not because they are, in fact, expensive, I just tend to gravitate towards liking things I cannot afford. Frustration follows.

However, when it comes to giving, money my friends is never an issue.

The best gift I have ever gotten was a very nice gift. I wear it everyday and it is a necklace, which aside from being two of my favorite gem-stones, means something very sentimental (gush).

The second best gift I have ever gotten cost about five cents. This gift was a letter. I am pretty sure the cost of one piece of paper, plus the ink and the envelope costs so little one could find the money to pay for it in the sofa.

What makes both of these gifts special? They were given from the heart.

Take note: gifts are awesome and gifts are important. Gifts show someone you care, that you are thinking of them, that they mean something to you, that they would be sad with you not around. All of this is wrapped up in a package that seems to say a whole lot.

However, lately I got to thinking about women and how sometimes what we think and what we want gets misinterpreted. We say we want a gift or a random act of kindness and one automatically thinks the only thing that will do is a new car or expensive shoes.

Gifts and money are not mutually inclusive. Gifts and giving are. The only thing that matters when it comes to a gift is giving it for the simple thought and meaning behind it is the real gift. Sometimes that gift may be big and sometimes it may be small.

Homework: Make a gift using five dollars or less of materials. Give it to someone on a day that otherwise means nothing. Watch what happens.