There was a time not long ago that I fought feelings of sadness and despair. Both of my parents and a favorite uncle had all passed in less than a year. As well, I was in the middle of big and tough changes in my life personally and professionally. I tried to force happiness and control back into my life. Although I said I was happy and all was fine, I really wasn’t.
The grief was so deep that I wasn’t able to give myself permission to mourn the loss of my loved ones. It was just too much to let go of. What permission I did give myself was to take one day at a time. One foot in from of the other and each day got a litter easier.
It has taken small steps and what I’ve discovered is that the more permissions I have given myself the more surrendering of what didn’t serve me faded away and what I truly wanted started finding me.
Giving myself permission to be myself and do what I love is the greatest gift I can give myself. Because…Permission is Freedom.