Why do we shoo away our blessings the minute they show up at our doorstep?
What’s interesting is my initial impulse to hide my blessings. To shoo them away in a sense. To downplay them. It’s that protection mechanism inside of me that is scared to lose what I’ve received. That is worried I’ll make others feel bad if I celebrate too much because of what they don’t have. This is a sure way to suck the joy out of everything that is right in service of everything that is wrong.