Every day we grant permission in a million little ways both explicitly and implicitly:
We swipe our cards giving the vendor permission to draw funds from our bank accounts.
We allow someone to spritz us with perfume in the department store.
We yield the right-of-way as we drive.
We allow people to speak to us in both positive and negative ways.
We invite people into our homes.
We allow the dental hygienist to inflict pain upon our gums.
We lend clothes to our teenager.
We read a book and let it change us.
We don’t take the time to unsubscribe from that email we hate seeing in our inbox.
You get the idea.
But do we allow ourselves the same permission? Or are our lives run by shoulds and musts?
Do we allow ourselves to speak kindly to ourselves?
Do we invite ourselves into our homes, figuratively?
Do we yield to our own selves?
Or are we held back by cultural and family ideals or pressures we don’t even realize are there?
If you are an adult, you are allowed to do and think whatever you want.
That is a thought that can free you up.
You don’t have to have a savings account if you don’t want to.
You can do the “irresponsible” thing if it fuels you.
You can believe your body is beautiful. No. matter. what.
Now. This doesn’t mean that whatever you do doesn’t have consequences. Everything has consequences.
It just means that all the options are on the table. Even if they never seemed to be before.
In most cases, you are the one that needs to grant yourself permission.
So what do you really want, and what’s been holding you back? Is it just a matter of granting yourself permission?