𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐒𝐨𝐟𝐭. 𝐈𝐭’𝐬 𝐚 𝐅𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐀𝐜𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧

I’m learning something wild lately

𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐒𝐨𝐟𝐭. 𝐈𝐭’𝐬 𝐚 𝐅𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐀𝐜𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧 and I’m learning something wild lately.

Receiving? Feels like speaking a language I never learned.

Like someone handed me a crown 👑 and I tried to barter it away with baked goods and overfunctioning.

I’ve been so calibrated to earn my keep that somewhere along the way, I decided “reciprocity” meant:

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐈 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐲. Then we’re square.

(I call it generosity. My nervous system calls it survival. My soul calls it… 𝑒𝑥ℎ𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔.)

So when receiving shows up without strings or sacrifice?

My reflex is to sprint back into service mode and do something. Anything. Just to feel safe again.

Because to just have without hustle?

To just receive without repayment?

That doesn’t feel equal.

It feels dangerous. ⚠️

And I know I’m not alone.

So here’s the truth drop I’m swallowing in real-time:

Receiving isn’t soft.

It’s a feral act of rebellion. ⚔️

You say you wanna receive—

The money 💸, the love 💗, the orgasmic YES from the universe…

But when it actually shows up without a to-do list stapled to its forehead?

You flinch.

Your system glitches.

Your inner martyr starts clutching her pearls like you just suggested brunch with Lucifer. ☕️😈

Because receiving isn’t “feminine.”

It’s not soft.

It’s a mutiny. 🚨

It threatens the entire performance you’ve built your identity around.

The show called: “I’m valuable because I do things for other people.”

So when life tries to hand you a miracle, your trauma-coded autopilot goes:

“Oh no, darling—I couldn’t possibly. Let me just earn it with a breakdown first.”

Here’s the cosmic joke:

If you receive without suffering for it…

If you have without proving you’re worthy…

If you STOP being the overfunctioning fairy godmother of everyone else’s dysfunction…

…𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑛?😬

Boom. That’s the illusion cracking. 💥

Because underneath all your productivity and people-pleasing is a terrified little pattern whispering:

“If I stop giving, they’ll stop loving. If I stop doing, I’ll disappear.”

And that, babe, is the real prison. ⛓️

But here’s the jailbreak:

You’re not here to be useful.

You’re here to be unmistakable.

You’re not here to earn safety through self-sacrifice.

You are safety. In heels 👠. With wings 🪽. Holding a glitter bomb of truth. ✨

So yeah—receiving feels threatening.

Because it kills the identity that said:

“I only matter if I bleed for it.” 🩸

But that identity?

It’s tired.

It’s heavy.

And it’s not invited to the next level.

So take the damn compliment.

Cash the check. 💰

Let yourself be held without squirming.

Receiving isn’t weak.

It’s witchy. 🧙‍♀️

It’s divine.

It’s dangerous—in all the right ways.

Let it wreck you.

Then let it rewire you.

You game? 🎭