Permission . . . It may seem like a weird thing to talk about but it’s something that keeps showing up for me. I didn't realize how much I hesitated and waited for permission. And upon exploring this a little more, I asked myself, “who am I waiting to gain permission from?” 

It’s obvious I’m no longer a child, needing permission from my parents or teachers, or even my friends. And my marriage is not the type where I need to ask my husband for his approval, so where did this nagging feeling come from?