Giving Permission

Do you know what a dog means when he’s looking at you? Can I go? Are you coming? Dogs have a look that they give us when they are looking for permission. Cats look at us and tell us “I will do this now.” – they don’t to wait for permission. In nature, animals feel what needs to be done. Believing in ourselves is a choice; it is an attitude, an active voice!

I am here to say yes, permission is given, but by whom? Who has the magic wand that gives permission? Is there a limit to the giving of permission? Are some people able to get more permission slips? Why do we look for permission outside ourselves?

Today I was talking to a friend and remembered Emma Watson saying “Why not you?” What makes me more or less valuable than someone else? We had a lively conversation about active and passive writing. I will not talk about grammar because that doesn’t make any sense to me. As a dyslectic person, the rules of grammar never have had any logic for me. I just had to learn them. It always feels like a magic wand when the flow of writing arrives and I just let the words flow. The red “grammar” lines underneath the words also flow. I call it my creative confetti of writing.

The part that I thought was interesting, though, is do you write with full sentences? I mean, do you write I/he/she/you – verb – subject, or do you leave yourself out of the sentence? Do you write “I moved out of town” or do you write “A move out of town was made”? I always used the latter sentence as I thought it was not polite to write directly about myself. It was not important to be part of the story I was sharing. This made it all very passive and you can almost say I disappeared from my own story. Do you do this? Do you feel that you should disappear? I wonder why we do this. Why do I do this? Am I waiting for permission for my story to have value? Who has that kind of power to give value to my story? Is it the people who give me “likes” on social media? Is the tally of how many people read my story? Is it friends who are just louder than me? Going through the whole list, I came to the only conclusion: It is me! It is time I stop waiting for permission. My voice is equal to your voice, and yours is equal to mine.

What if my happiness depends on someone else’s permission? Wow, what if they forget to permit me? For the longest time I remember I was waiting for a sign – something to let me know that I was heading in the right direction. Silly reasons like the kids need to be a bit older; I need a good editor to validate that what I am writing is worth putting out there; the jealousy feeling when others just got on with it and did it! Whatever it was, even if it wasn’t something I was interested in doing, I was still waiting for permission. So, I got up one day, wrote myself a permission slip and added a check to it to give it value.

I am now breathing deeper! Some of my creations I share; some never leave my journal. I love what I do and am not waiting for anyone else but me. I love talking with others about it. To share our visions or to agree to disagree. It is all good. It is liberating.

Renee Vos De Wael
Renee is an open-hearted, full-energy persona. She is a walker of life - an animal communicator and psychic life coach, educator, group facilitator, traveler, wife, mother and student. Renee adopted a flexible attitude towards life and as an intuitive. She sees the possibilities in people before they notice it themselves. You can connect with Renee at Sagittarius Way or on Insight Timer where she is a teaching and meditation guide.

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