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Allowing
June 19, 2010 in Growing Pains, Life, Reiki | Tags: allowing, being present, freedom, Human-ness, liberty, Life, Path of Mastery, permission, Truth | 2 comments
I am allowed to leave the kitchen a mess if I feel like it.
I am allowed to spend the entire night on my art without feeling guilty.
I am allowed to wonder my way through the different ways my life could go from this point on.
I am allowed to not return peoples’ phone calls.
I am allowed to eat dark chocolate for breakfast.
I am allowed to wallow in a case of the saddies at least once a day.
I am allowed to daydream.
I am allowed to have time alone, and to myself.
I am allowed to create my own sacred spaces and I am allowed to choose who gets to enter them, and who doesn’t.
I am allowed to be soft, feminine, and sensitive when it suits me.
I am allowed to be a take-no-prisoners, get-outta-my-way, Valkyrie when I need to be.
I am allowed to exercise my right to organize my world.
I am allowed to erect boundaries with the people I love (and with the people I don’t love).
I am allowed to keep to those boundaries, even when it isn’t popular.
I am allowed to expect success, achievement, and abundance…as well as pleasure, joy, and play.
I am allowed to take a day to go off the map and have adventures.
I am allowed to create my own life.
I am allowed to be wrong. I am allowed to make mistakes.
I am allowed to have an ego that wants to be right…sometimes.
I am allowed human failings, foibles, and fumbles.
I am allowed deep emotional reactions.
I am allowed to disengage from the world sometimes.
I am allowed to wonder what the hell normal is, anyway.
I am allowed to have treasures, and to cling to them, despite the fact that I know that the real treasures reside within me.
I am allowed to be angry.
I am allowed to rage, and rail, and run rampant when it strikes me.
I am allowed the space to do this.
I am allowed to expect people to treat me well.
I am allowed to cut off their access to me if they don’t.
I am allowed to mourn.
I am allowed grief.
I am allowed joy.
I am allowed.