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You know those people who are great at selecting just the perfect gift? Yeah, that’s not me. Gift giving is not my love language. Maybe that’s why I feel like I’m not great at it. Let me just say, I agonize over choosing the right gifts.
A bit part of the challenge for me is that I so badly want to be sure the gift I give will be loved, used, and appreciated. The last thing in the world I want to give is something that will just end up being clutter. Because I really hate clutter. And I guess I project that feeling onto the people to whom I give gifts. But what makes something clutter is relative, I suppose. What you consider clutter, I may consider eclectic decor. And what I call clutter, you may call necessity. Like my sister and her bazillion beauty products. To me, that’s clutter. To her, it’s not at all.
So I guess the point is, gift giving really is about the person receiving the gift. Not about the giver. My exasperation over clutter doesn’t really matter. What really matters is that the person receiving the gift feels loved. And what better way to make a person feel loved than to take interest in their story.