To me, Power is permission. The permission to express yourself fully. Permission to say yes, permission to say no, permission to speak up, laugh, shout, bask in your full glory, sit with your vulnerability, and stand in your truth.
Sweet, delicious permission.
You can probably think of a time when someone or something didn’t give you permission. When you felt cornered, locked in a cage, put in a box. No permission. How did it feel?
In adulthood, it can sometimes seem like someone or something else is still in control. In control of that permission. But, in adulthood it often becomes easier to realize (or at least consider) that we are the keeper of that permission key.
We can choose to unlock the lock.
I was in an acting class where the teacher said to us, “I want what you just did in that scene—but now I want it at 200%. It was fascinating how 200% more ended up being just right. Not too big, as we had feared. Permission.
After a nasty breakup, I once tearfully told a girlfriend, “I can’t believe I gave up my power” [in the relationship].
“You didn’t,” she said. “It was always there. You just didn’t give yourself permission to use it.”
What would happen if you gave yourself total permission?
What if you were free to fail, learn, and, most importantly, grow? What if you gave yourself total freedom to succeed beyond your wildest expectations?
What if you gave yourself permission to believe in a future that hasn't happened yet, and what if you allowed yourself to experience the courage necessary to make it happen? What would happen if you gave yourself the gift of permission?