I caught up with one of my favourite friends on the weekend. She came down from Gippsland sans kids. We shared a lovely meal at L'amina (which I can thoroughly recommend). We then went dancing and it was so much fun. We've only known each other post children (our daughters are besties) so we have not done the nightclub thing together before. Our loss! Damn, we had so much fun!
One of the things she shared with me over the course of the night was an expression she and her husband use "let me live". It's something that came about after an incident which left them exasperated and his response to her was "why won't they just let me live?". It's something they have subsequently adopted to all manner of situations - someone's blocking traffic "let me live"; someone takes too long to serve you "let me live" and, in our case, someone won't leave you alone on the dance floor "let me live!".
"Let me live" is my catch cry for 2014. I am going to try to stop berating myself, punishing myself and holding myself back. In 2014 I am going to give myself permission to live. I deserve it just as much as anyone else.
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