I Hear More Chunks Falling Off…

The concept of giving myself permission has expanded in some pretty fantastic ways this week. I’ve gone from giving myself permission to be happy, giving myself permission to be abundant, giving myself permission to be successful, giving myself permission to be kind and so on.

One thing I’ve noticed is when I’m aware of giving myself permission. I feel so different; actually, I feel much lighter somehow.

Another awareness around giving myself permission is that it is blowing off chunks of cement, and I’m keenly aware of how much cement is on me since I was very, very young.

In keeping with the seven laws of the mind, I’m also aware holding grudges and being unforgiving is not in anyone’s best interest, including my own. I’ve come to terms recently with aspects of my upbringing that while well-meaning, did not foster an open, adventurous child.

Having done my color code analysis, it makes perfect sense to me now that of the three girls in my family I was very susceptible to the cement being piled on. I was the perfect subject for it.

My other sisters rebelled or simply refused to comply with strict parenting. I was a real people pleaser and just wanted that acknowledgment, love, thumbs-up or whatever from my parents and subsequently, from people in authority.

One of the coolest things that’s happening is that after nearly 40 years of doing something I don’t love and sometimes don’t even like, I’m now giving myself permission to dream. Permission to dream that I might just be able to do something I love. How cool is that?

My DMP is a reflection of who I’ve always known I am. I never thought, or perhaps I should say dreamed, I could conceive of making a living doing something I love. How magical is that? Thank you.

So for this week, my biggest takeaway is that I give myself permission to dream, and then I pause as I hear the chunks of cement falling off…