Permission & comfort zone, are they the same thing?
I think not
Last week I wrote about giving ourselves permission. Personal permission, in the context I’m using it, is about taking steps to get closer to who you really are. Back in the day few folks had this luxury, so it was never expressed or taught to us.
I grew up in a culture of pioneering women who got stuff done, that’s all there was to it. I was raised to be a 'good girl' and fall in line; my ancestors likely would have viewed the concept of personal permission as ridiculous & selfish. But is it though?
Often a deep, inner knowing requires stripping away the layers life has piled up. Examining, with an open mind, your upbringing, your people & your culture. Mine for example: North American, privileged, white, middle aged woman who came of age in the 80’s. That seems to have come with a specific set of expectations and cultural norms that I didn’t necessarily establish for myself. Who is the person beneath that mantle, what is important to them and what do they want?
