The Story of Permission

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.

Are you ready to have the marriage you imagined when you said “I do”?

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I’m Candice.

I believe that every wife ought to feel cherished and valued. Appreciated and adored. I know we can make that happen. Even if it seems impossible to you. I’m a Master Certified Life Coach and I spend my days coaching women who are afraid in their marriages. You and I can work together to find a way for you to trust in your own decisions instead of constantly reacting to his. Now’s your time, Bee. How much longer are you willing to wonder and wait?