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Posted in: PermissionGranted
I’ve decided to make you, dear readers, a promise. It’s probably a little odd, but it will set a stage for me, give me the kind boundaries and ground rules that my psyche seems to demand. You see, I need permission. Granting MYSELF permission is a task I keep on my to-do list because it rises over and over again that I am SEEKING that permission… When I don’t really need anyone else to give it to me.
Some important milestones are approaching for our family and it has me reviewing just how far we've come along this shared experience. It's so hard to remember where you've been (even when you document a LOT), so that it often feels like you're just starting out. You can overcome this with a single reminder: If you weren't born today, then you're not at the beginning of the journey.
Yes, I wrote this last week. Yes, I forgot that I had written it. Each step happens when I'm ready, I suppose.
You have just stepped into a sacred space: I am revealing a very deep, long-held desire herein. And I don’t know "for absolute certain” that I will be able to deliver. That’s why I’m bringing this to you, my sweet reader, to have and to hold.
I don't know how this will go. I don't know of anyone else who has tried this... Join me for the ride?
Handwritten Blog Post - Attempt #1
Maybe it's because Canadians are wonderful.
Maybe I'm just lucky to have been blessed with an extraordinary tribe.
Maybe... Just maybe... Everything connects.
Caring for your own body *should* be paramount on most folks list, right? I mean, not to the point of extreme vanity, but good, solid general care and maintenance. Healthy hygiene habits. Moderate attention to physical well-being. Not too much to ask for, it seems.
Why, then, does it all feel like such a deplorable chore?
