Giving Me Permission

I take photos of things other than the sky; I do! But for now, I like taking sky photos best.

So I let myself take them, as much as I want, whenever I want.

It is my gift to me, to try to make amends for all the years I spent denying me.

The truth is, I almost always give myself permission to do what I like, even when I don’t understand why I’m doing it…perhaps ESPECIALLY then. I rarely try to manage it, or push myself into doing something I don’t want to do.

What I’ve learned by doing this, is that if I give in to myself kindly and authentically enough, if I silence my own naysayer, eventually what I’m truly up to inside, reveals itself.

And that’s when I get the important gift of understanding me and learning my own value.

I trust that if I give myself permission like this enough, I will never fall into the hole of an unhappy life full of denying me again.

~ cj 2014.03.29

Plus, I’ll have a bunch of sky photos, and maybe even some bad-ass photography skills!

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4 Responses to Giving Me Permission

  1. Dee says:

    smile

  2. Steven says:

    Nice poem. Your gift to you is a gift to us. Thanks for sharing. That 1st pic is some bad ass photography skills & the 2nd one is not bad either.

  3. Morine says:

    You’re so kind and generous — and yes, brave — to share your journey of self-discovery so openly with all of us. What I like is that you’re finding the words to describe the parts of “you” that I can already glimpse unfolding and blossoming, but cannot find the “right” words for. I so love how you write.

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