Why, as a fully grown adult, is there sometimes a lingering feeling we need to get permission? The thinking mind knows it’s ridiculous, yet somewhere in the ethers we feel the need to check if it’s OK? OK, with who? With what?
Ah, maybe it’s just me?
I am a not-yet-fully-reformed people pleaser and a 9 on the Enneagram - which means I want everyone around me to be happy at all times. This is not a recipe for well-being.
I am dead serious. It’s a tough slog living in the land of fairies & unicorns and work must be done to move to a different land. (If you are one of the Blessed who knows how to live life on your own terms please a) leave a comment to tell the rest of us your secret and b) check out some of my other articles that have nothing to do with needing permission, don’t waste your time on this one).
Those of us who wander the earth just wanting our people, and ideally ALL people, to be happy can be pretty miserable. The rational mind knows this is not possible but we still do a h…
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