We often think of generosity as giving. But. What if, instead, we were to think of generosity as letting go? Now, this may seem like a silly semantics and linguistic game. It’s not. Go with me…
Generosity as letting go means: I can offer it to myself. At anytime. Without acquiring anything. I can be generous to myself by letting go of a ‘should’. I can laugh with (or at :P) and enjoy myself today — even with dishes in my sink! I can let go of somebody else’s metric. The when. The dollar sign. The lover. What if generosity is no longer just an externalized offering?
I can practice generosity for and by me at any time. That’s not just semantics.
Generosity as letting go means: I do not have a need. I am not proving (or filling) crazy insatiable wants and then giving off relics under the guise of ‘generosity.’ Nor, am ‘rewarding’ myself with trappings. Nor, am I casting myself in a narrative: ‘She was the most giving creature I’d ever encountered.‘
(Sidenote: Giving yourself away is not always generous. Sometimes, it’s just daft!)
Generous. I am creating true space. Kind space. Me space.
Generosity as letting go means: I am not over-filled, over-tense, over-wrought, or stingy. I have room. Or, more accurately, I have the ability to make room. What if self-care is no longer laced with some silly reward schema? I do not need to take things in to care. I do not need to ‘be’ anything, to care deeply for me and my world. I can ‘give’ myself that let go. I can choose to release. Let go. Give (up). In joy.
Generosity as letting go means: freedom.