They’ll be waiting for us when we come back.
Give yourself permission to answer this question…
What work, role, or project would make you come alive?
Like, wind in your sails, song in your soul, kind of work?
Stay with it.
Write it down.
Give yourself permission to think it’s possible.
It won’t happen tomorrow.
The bills, pressure, and responsibilities will still be here.
But it doesn’t mean it can’t ever happen.
And it sure won’t, if you don’t give yourself permission to believe it can.
