Kat Atwell is a freelance writer, blogger & stage presence telling stories that deliver laughs, validation & community.

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Take it.

Does anyone openly admit to being a taker? I mean, given the option of being a giver or a taker, I don't think I've ever come across someone who willingly admitted to wanting affection, wanting help, wanting ... well, anything, really. We're all people pleasers. We all like to give.

Truly, we're all takers, too, but no one wants to say that out loud, right?

I wouldn't say that I'm a taker, typically. I want to be able to say that, though. Truly. I want to be the guy that says, "Yep, I sure do like help." I do. The world would be a better place if we could speak as openly about accepting gifts as we do providing them.

I'm speaking cryptically, so hopefully you can pick up context clues here.

My night didn't go as expected, but it was lovely nonetheless. My entire weekend has been comprised of  "maybe" plans. It's nice to be able to bail without obligation of fulfilling expectations. Was I supposed to go to a birthday party tonight? Yes. Was I supposed to see a show last night? Also yes. Did I? Nope. And I'm good with that. I'm learning to commit to less. It's taken a long time to get here. Now, I just need to learn to accept (or should I say "take") what happens and keep going.

Life is good. People are good. I wish more folks saw it and capitalized on all the gifts that are right out there in front of us. Dwelling on the what ifs and could haves just serve to make a person miserable.

My life this year has been a focus on learning how to become a what will be person. What is the best possible outcome? What is going to be the best coincidence ever? It's much better to appreciate what we get than to just prepare for what we're going to have to give all the time.

Not that giving is bad. It just shouldn't be the expectation. We shouldn't have to preface our willingness to provide anything. Humankind in general just needs to get it in their collective heads that we do that by nature, and aim for anything.

I'm in a weird philosophical place, and my typing is for shit right now, so I'm gonna go read. Here's to tomorrow.

Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be creepy fucking individuals.

Quandary.