Edith/Maddie here, writing on May Day from north of Boston.
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It’s (finally) the merry of month of May. In English, “You may,” or “May I?” entails permission. So let’s riff on that thought for our Wicked Wednesdays this month!
If you had an English-grammar stickler for a mother like some of us did, you might have had this conversation when you were younger.
You : Can I go to the mall?
Mom : You can, but you may not.
Ugh , right? We’re all adults here, so you probably don’t have to ask for others for permission very often. But what about yourself ? Wickeds, what do you ask yourself permission to do? Take a day off, write in a new genre, let the cleaning/laundry/cooking slide? Dish!
Barb: I honestly don’t think of my relationship with myself in this externalized way at all. Am I weird?
Julie: Barb, that’s a loaded question this early in the month, LOL. I find that it isn’t as much asking as it is giving myself permission to work less, take a walk, grab a nap. I’m trying to get better about that.
Barb: Laughing! Okay, Julie. I withdraw the “Am I weird?” part of my comment.
Jessie : What a fascinating question! I am not sure that I think in terms of permission, at least not within myself. If I want to do I thing I am generally inclined to give it a go.
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