I think we should give ourselves permission to feel all our feelings, to make mistakes, to be kind to ourselves and others, to be uncomfortable, to accept everything (including compliments), to face the unknown, to risk rejection, and to be our authentic selves.
Nobody gave me permission to write these words or capture these images, but I’m doing it anyway.
I don’t know who gave permission for all those different holidays and observances for March 5, but I’m going to give myself permission to vote for Joe Biden today.
Yesterday, I gave myself permission to start writing another song.
… some delicious things at two NYC restaurants, fears about the coronavirus, the coronavirus, new habits and behaviors because of the coronavirus, and “Something’s Coming” from the new production of West Side Story (which I’m seeing tonight at the Broadway Theater across from our hotel).
Something’s coming in the comments section, I assume.
Finally, something’s coming and it’s gratitude that we’re all still alive, as always.