Many of us are waiting for someone else to give us permission to be fully alive- to really do the things we want to do. We're waiting for a job. We're waiting for someone esle to believe in us. We wait for other things too. The kids to be older. The economy to improve. Maybe we will one day be better, stronger, have more life experience or somehow become more well suited to be who we really are. Maybe we will become more perfect. Then we can really do it. Then we can really live... And what does that mean? We're not sure, but it has to be better than this...

On some level. On some simple, basic, fundamental level, we know what we love. We must do that thing that we love. We must be that thing that we love. We must choose that love. The seas will part.