Sometimes it feels like we are waiting for someone to give us permission to be happy.
I don’t know about you, but when I was little it felt like I wasn’t allowed to feel good when others were not. And there were a lot of them. I’ve seen a lot of suffering and pain (still do) and somewhere along the way I’ve picked up the message “How can I dare feel happy when they are not?”
The thing is, many of those unhappy people actually wanted me to be happy. For example, my parents suffered a lot – but they wanted me not to.
So, come to think of it, I joined the unhappy ranks out of loyalty and because it seemed like the only way to stay connected to those I loved.
It has taken me many years to realize that I am always connected to those I love, no matter what their state – and I can be happy at the same time, even if they are not. Why does it have to be one or the other?!
Permission – granted.