Sometimes I get lonely in my home office, so I have been thinking about getting a fish for some time now. I had to get past, pets are for kids, we already have two dogs and a hamster and it’s another responsibility. Just last month I was talking to a couple of women I know and I offhandedly mentioned that I would like to have a fish in my office to look at, talk to and help me relax. One of the women, whom I’ll call Kay, very simply said to me, “and so you should have a fish.”
I didn’t really give this conversation much thought until this week when I was once again thinking about how much I would like my “office companion fish.” I heard her words in my head “giving me permission” to have something I would like. I wondered why I would need permission, why do I hesitate to fulfill my wants? I haven’t figured out why this happens, but I do know that Kay gave me a little nudge I needed to have something I desired.
What things do you long for, but deny yourself because you “need permission?” I’m not talking about extravagant budget-breaking expenditures, I’m talking about often small things that your very soul desires, that you refuse for no real reason. I give you permission and in Kay’s simple words, “and so you should…”








