We all, cause we are humans, have permission to give ourselves permission.



By gifting ourselves with a minute, an hour, a day, however we define it, we are claiming what is already ours.

I noted a thought drifting through my mind that I was "bad" and I stayed gentle and compassionate with myself. I responded with an -Oh, there that is. No thanks Mom.-. I imagine myself waving a cheery bye-bye to related thoughts, they can just drift on away.

Just as if some unwanted sales person calls me at home, I pick up the phone, listen as long or as short as I want to, and firmly hang up when I wish. I go about my business. I can unplug the phone, use caller id, voice msging, anything I like.

When mean cruel thoughts call my my brain, I can make choices. I can sing out "Wrong number!" and move on to something else.

The right number is friendly, forgiving, grounded, and oh so human. I get to try things and even make mistakes, it is okay.

Sarah