Who gives me permission?

Dear Self,

Who gives me permission to be the voice in the world that I want to be?

What am I waiting for? Whose endorsement do I think it will take?

Who could possibly validate me enough that I would feel legitimate, would feel like I am allowed to make my impression upon it all.

I think I know the answer to this one.

Waiting for permission could get very boring.

Luke

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