When Did You Give Permission to Yourself to BE?
We do. It’s only normal. Sometimes I wonder why we’re called human beings. I don’t know about you but when I wake up in the morning, I hit the ground doing. Really, I’m still in the bed when I open up Flipboard, Twitter and Feedly. Some miracle of God has finally taught me not to open email before noon, unless I have a very specific reason. But I write and tweet and meet and chat and research. Barely slowed at lunch until recently. I was truly a bad bitch back when Google calendar used to send you a text as a meeting reminder. Somewhere along the way I have forgotten to be. I want to be. So you’re thinking now that I’m about to say some shit about how I need to start meditating again or read some Tony Robbins to try and get my life together. Work and professional goals aren’t my focus right now though. I’m great at my work and love what I do, most of it. But like so many entrepreneurs, the small business I started was supposed to be something I did to get me out of financial holes and provide me a living until. Until my writing career took off. Even though I hardly ever write something that isn’t for work. Two years ago when I almost died of pneumonia, there were a lot of things I changed about my life, but I didn’t quite get back into writing the way I should have.