There’s a little voice in my head, an annoying voice, that sometimes says “Don’t stop and take a picture/collect a stone/dance in the parking lot – you’ll look silly!”
Go away, voice.
Each time I stop to take that picture, I’m giving myself permission to play. Each time I stoop down to collect that stone, or feather, or interesting leaf… I give myself permission to continue playing and exploring and experiencing the world around me.
I hope I’m giving permission to someone else, too, who sees me there:
- Running through the parking lot with Forrest because that’s what he loves to do.
- Getting my groove on in the aisle of some store because my favorite song just came on.
- Jumping out of the car on the side of the road because I HAVE TO take a picture of that glorious sunrise or sunset.
- Singing silly songs to make my baby smile.
You have my permission to play and explore and experience. Thank you for giving me yours!