I was tired last Friday morning…I’d gone to bed a little late…and I gave 
myself…permission to…say in bed a little later to compensate…then…I gave myself permission to…not make the bed…and…then…I gave myself permission to…not wash the skillet after making my eggs…and…I went to work…
Saturday morning…I gave myself permission…to take the day as slowly as I needed to…not rushing from one task to the next…
And…that’s pretty much how my weekend went…as I continued to consider options…and then…give myself permission…to do the one that I chose…even if it might not have been the most…productive…one…
But…that wasn’t all…I gave myself permission…to eat what I wanted…even if it wasn’t what I…thought…I should be eating…and…yes…some ice cream was consumed…
Now…Bertha…points out that my actions aren’t so unusual for me…I’ve left the bed unmade…not washed the skillet…and…eaten ice cream many times before…but she says that there is an important difference…and that was the giving of permission…and therefore…the absence of…guilt…
And…she’s right…I didn’t feel guilty in the least…now does this mean I will always make these choices…of course not…I went to be early last night…got up on time…the bed is made…I’m sure the skillet will be washed…and…there isn’t any ice cream in the house…
Honestly…I’ve spent so many years feeling guilty…for what I did…for what I didn’t do…that it’s a welcome change…and…I give myself permission to…continue to give myself permission…
Jane
Excellent! I Will Try This Myself.
Oh, I hope you do, Tamy. It makes a huge difference! 😉