With Thanks to Kathleen Duey

I
don't remember what she said exactly. I have no notes in my notebook, only tearstains. But I
suspect, looking back, what she was giving me was PERMISSION.
Permission to write, permission to be me, permission to write the
stories in my heart.
Which
is why, all these years later I still attend conferences, sometimes
as an attendee, sometimes as an instructor. Each one of us needs that
moment of permission, over and over again. Ultimately, it's a gift we give ourselves.
That monent of permission - realizing it's okay make writing a priority. Thanks for the reminder!
ReplyDeleteyes, Ramona! It can be so hard to remember sometimes. xo
DeleteI like that poster you created about permissions! I gave myself permission to eat two chocolate chip cookies -- and write -- earlier this morning.
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