I find that so many of the people I talk to are waiting for permission to really live the life they dream of. They settle for some small approximation of it. Some more sensible version of it, which usually bears as much resemblance to their dream life as a loaf of bread to a rollerskate.
These people, some of whom I call clients, seem to be waiting for “the call”. The call where they are told exactly what they’re here on Earth to do — the
Of course, most of them have already gotten “the call” or else they wouldn’t have a reason for hiring me. But they seem to think there is a second call coming — one where they’ll be given the magic code that unlocks the door to Permission.