PERMISSION TO DANCE

It was a rare moment for me.

For the 1st time since I've moved in, I laid out by the pool this weekend. 5 mins into my leisure, I found myself in a rare moment - completely aware and attuned to the silent dialogue of the moment. There, under the blazing sun and the competing slight breeze, my ipod sang a delightful tune and my bare feet danced out in the air in front of me. I, and the world, no longer existed. There was only the sunlit stage directly above my crotch and the two bad dancers on it. Both naked and calloused, they half heartedly attempted to stay in beat but settled for just having the time of their lives.

I smiled and thought...

I am allowed to rest.
I am allowed to be wrong.
I am allowed to not be chosen.
I am allowed to be blatantly rejected.
I am allowed to fail miserably.
I am allowed to be lost.
I am allowed to give up.
I am allowed to call in sick.
I am allowed to indulge myself.
I am allowed to be sensitive and hurt.
I am allowed to be insanely jealous.
I am allowed to ask for a refund.
I am allowed to admit I'm lonely.
I am allowed to not know.
I am allowed to stutter.
I am allowed to be amused by my own two feet.