Permission

A year ago, I came up with the idea of teaching acting. I wasn't sure if I could really do it? I had a list of pros and cons on the subject. It finally dawned on me what I really was waiting for.

I was waiting for permission. Permission from who? Bette Davis is going to come in a dream to tell me it was fine; or, I run into Cicely Tyson on 5th ave and she comes up to me and says "Now is the time, Shell."

No. The permission had to come from me. Yes, I know it is a no brainer. Once I gave myself permission to actually do it, I was off and running. I began to wonder how many other people are waiting for permission to do certain things in their lives.

Now, I want you to look at yourself in the mirror. Repeat after me: I (insert your name here) give myself permission to (insert whatever this is.) You may have to do this a couple of times before you feel good about declaring this.

Now, comes the next half. This week actually do what your gave yourself permission for. It could be a baby step toward it. Just do something to make it begin to become real for you.

Oh, if you get flack for this. Someone says who told you could do this!!? (There are always people who have all mouth yet do nothing in their lives!) Tell them you did!! Then walk away proudly. Or even better give them a dramatic Bette Davis exit or a proud Cicely Tyson walking away.

Let me know how it goes.