I could feel it building, deep inside, and in my shoulders. It began to keep me from taking deep breaths. I know myself well, and I saw where I was going.

“I’m on the verge of being too hard on myself,” I told a friend. The response: “Give yourself permission to dream. You’re right where you’re supposed to be.”

That’s the best advice I could ever ask for.

So today, among the housekeeping and knitting and coming and going, there will be dreaming. I have permission.

6 thoughts on “Permission

  1. I embrace this idea too. Every morning I wake up and allow my self to escape to somewhere else. And then after a few pleasant minutes, the real day starts.Hang in there.


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