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Why Do We Need Permission?

Sometimes it can be lonely working from home. I had been thinking about getting a fish for some time now, but I had to get past, the “pets are for kids, we already have two dogs and a hamster and it’s another responsibility” thinking.

A few days later I happened to be having a conversation with a couple women I know minimally and somehow the topic of my “fish desire” came up…no idea how we got on that topic, but… I offhandedly mentioned that I would like to have a fish in my office to look at, talk to, to help me relax.

One of the women, whom I’ll call Kay, very simply leaned over and said to me, “and so you should have a fish.”

And somehow I heard her words in my head “giving me permission” to have something I would like. Then, I had to ask myself why I would need permission to have something I want. Why does indulging in our wants, our wishes cause many of us to break out into “selfish guilt” hives?

Still trying to figure that one out…but in the meantime…

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…”

An update: It is now Nov. 2012 and “Fin” my red fish is still alive and well and keeping me company as I work every day…

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2 Responses to Why Do We Need Permission?

  1. Tanya November 12, 2010 at 12:30 pm #

    And so you should… I love my office companion! What would I do without Morey under my desk everyday? His presence alleviates the lonliness of the days spent in this ‘box’. He sleeps most of the day, hangs his head out under my chair, and looks at mm longingly when I eat my lunch but I can’t stand a day here without him. He is a presence, he greets people as they come in and demands attention and treats for those who are always willing to give it. He comforts those who are sad and provides a feeling of need when he offers his paw. On the rare occasion he is not with me, I find myself talking to the empty space below the desk. He fills the void I was looking to fill when I got him. When it comes to Morey I definitley went ahead with what I wanted but I can see so many other things that I put on the back burner because it is for me and therefore seemingly not as important as what other want. Thanks for the reminder that I don’t need permission…I may, however, need restrant….how many more Moreys could I allow myself?

  2. Royale November 12, 2010 at 2:44 pm #

    Too funny! Yep, I hear you. We have a managerie going on here, but all of my “boys” make me happy.

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