When I was young, I was taught to treat others as you would want to be treated. Some call it Karma. Some call it the Golden Rule. Some just believe it to be righteous living. Whatever it was I became. I’ve given away nail polish to perfect strangers, clothes and accessories to friends that simply complimented or mentioned an appreciation for an item I was wearing at the time. Money to family and friends. Time. You name it, I’ve given it. However, I’ve only recently become someone that was able to receive. I’ve always shied away from compliments or offset them with a mention of some flaw. I’ve refused money for things I know I needed at the time. I’ve refused help and assistance in many forms. It wasn’t until recently I realized through all of my generosity, I have, in someways also refused to be loved as the woman God created me to be. I’ve always been capable of loving others but I’ve always had a problem with truly allowing them to love me back. Through very persistent friends and family members that refuse to take my “no” as their final answer, I’ve learned that it’s also okay to receive. It refuels. I treplenished. It rejuvenates and all of that is OK. No one has ever gotten very far on an empty tank.