Permission to Be What I Am

by | Aug 16, 2010

Tara Joyce

Written by Tara Joyce

This is space to share my musings—unformed ideas, collections of words that catch my fancy, that sort of thing. I'm the author of Pay What It's Worth and the Cross My Heart series.

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Can you provide it for me?

Unfortunately, I’ve agreed that in order for me to be something, I need external validation to be so.

Things aren’t real and true because I feel them. They’re true when something bigger than me validates them.

They’re true when some else agrees.

Like you.

Will ‘credentials’ make me confident being what I am?

It’s easier to feel confident about what you’re doing when you have them.

An MBA will give me permission to have confidence as an entrepreneur.
A formal art education will allow me to paint and create without guilt, and scorn.
A literary agent will make me feel like a real writer.

I know I don’t need to rely on outside authority to proclaim I’m good enough to do what I feel.

I  just need to do it. And keep doing it.

Whether you or They like it or not.

I don’t need your ‘Go Ahead’.

Though I understand why I want it.

I need help sometimes. I need someone to tell me what the right thing to do is.

Except the only person who truly knows what I need to do is me. And I know that now.

I don’t need your permission.

It’s support and encouragement for those things most tender within me that I need.

I need space to be what I am. I need to feel that you respect my passion and my choices.

photo credit: Funkyah

Have you heard of the Personal MBA? This article was inspired in part by it’s Rule #1: You Don’t Need Permission. Thank you, Bill Boulton, for the reference.

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