I notice the things I want but quietly talk myself out of.
I notice how quick I am to say "maybe later" to rest, when later never seems to come.
I notice how easily I let other people's needs jump the queue in front of my own.
I notice the ideas I shrink before anyone else even gets a chance to judge them.
I notice how rarely I let myself take up space without apologizing for it first.
I notice the joy I ration, like there's only so much of it I'm allowed.
I notice how I wait for permission — from a person, a deadline, a "right time" — instead of just giving it to myself.
I am not allowing myself...
to rest without earning it.
to want things without justifying them.
to be proud without immediately finding the flaw.
to say no without a long explanation attached.
to be loved without feeling like I have to perform for it.
What if I gave myself permission to have...
the rest.
the ambition.
the softness.
the boundary.
the joy, unrationed.
What do you want to give yourself permission to experience