My dear friend, Sarah Foutz, made me this card when we were in Grand Cayman studying to be Master Coaches.
Because I tend to ask permission for most things in my life.
Even if I don’t mean to, even if I’m trying NOT to – my tongue tacks on, “if that’s okay…” to a lot of things I say.
I’m not totally sure why I do this – but it’s probably because I’m polite. I really want to be nice.
I love that about myself in many ways.
It’s less amazing when asking permission means I’m not nice to me.
Like if I want to take a nap.
Or buy some shoes.
Or decline to help out with the elementary school bake sale.
I sometimes get confused with the idea that being nice to myself means I’m doing it wrong.
Like I’m going to get in trouble.
So I ask permission.
And break trust with myself.
This card reminds me that my instincts are intact.
My preferences are perfect.
And I’m allowed whatever I allow.
There are no rules. Except those that I make for myself.
What rules do YOU want to hold yourself to?
Make sure you’re deciding them on purpose.
You have my permission.
