You Have Our Permission
You Have Our Permission
What do you never seem to make time for? What do you want to do but you think it might be self-indulgent? We’ll figure out your deepest need and give you the go-ahead.
What do you never seem to make time for? What do you want to do but you think it might be self-indulgent? We’ll figure out your deepest need and give you the go-ahead.
The color you’d choose to describe your day so far:
If the driver in front of you fails to use their turn signal today, you’re likely to:
Your grocery list for today most resembles the following:
When you got dressed today, you put on:
In a past life, you were:
You identify most as:
If you had to choose one of these jobs, it would be:
You find the following sexy:
be proud
be proud
Today, you have permission to
be proud of what you’re good at instead of ashamed of what you’re not good at. Good at remembering to give your dog his medicine? Awesome! Who cares that you’re not good at couponing. Someone else is good at that.
do one thing at a time
do one thing at a time
Today, you have permission to
do one thing at a time. When you’re reading, just read; don’t try to talk on the phone and do laundry at the same time. When you’re writing an email to your friend, don’t beat yourself up by thinking about all the other things you should be doing instead. Just write the email.
yell "F*&k the patriarchy!"
yell "F*&k the patriarchy!"
Today, you have permission to
yell “Fuck the patriarchy!” (in private, preferably, though if you’re inclined to do so in public, feel free—just video it so we can watch). No, it’s not generally a good idea to blame other people for your problems. But the patriarchy isn’t a person; it’s a system. And has that system messed up your life? Oh, you bet it has.
cry
cry
Today, you have permission to
cry. Honey, this is not a Puritan nation anymore, and we don’t have to admire a stiff upper lip. You’ve got the sad, you get to cry. Big, messy sobs that make you sound like a toddler. Tears that make your nose run and your whole face red. There is so much loss to grieve, and if you think you shouldn’t, then you think you’re not human.
dance
dance
Today, you have permission to
dance. It’s a whole body woohoo! Put on a song that makes you want to shake dat ass (I’m partial to Stevie Wonder’s “Sir Duke” myself) and get funky. Yeah, you’re busy being broke/worrying about a family member/fighting The Man, but no, a three-minute physical celebration is not a waste of your time.