Permission
- Heidi Vilchez-Teller
- May 15
- 1 min read
Ever realize something so simple yet incredibly profound? I find it happens often on the healing journey, the more I nurture the little me.
The childhood trauma has a fascinating effect of waiting for external permission to live. I had this moment where I not only recognized how I stand in my own way, but that the standstill is a result of waiting for permission.
I have to intentionally and consciously remind myself that I am the adult. I get to make the choices, I am allowed to feel good, to experience whimsy, rest, ease, fun. And I get to enjoy this life I am curating simply because I exist and I am worthy of it.
There is no one here to tell me I can't go to the pool after school drop off. If I am waiting on that allowance from someone it will never arrive. The permission comes from this well of the highest self-love. After years of feeling I had no control (and the anxiety to prove it), this realization is incredibly freeing.
How would you move differently if you were never paralyzed in wait? We are always the ones coming to save ourselves and that is the most beautiful thought. I take care of me because I love me. I deserve it & so do you ❤️
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