The Permission not to be Reasonable
Last night the Berlin University of the Arts had her big Christmas Party. We had a nice music program, made by some of our students, a wonderful Bavarian buffet and after that, the dance floor was open.
I came home shortly before midnight (no problem, because today is the first day of my Christmas vacation, and I am now sitting at my desk with aching muscles. Not aching leg muscles, as one could easily guess, but aching abdominal muscles.
I ask myself: What did I do to get aching abdominal muscles? I can’t answer the question. I only know one thing: I almost danced the shoes off my feet (I love dancing but the music I love to dance to is not the music played in discotheques. So I use every occasion for dancing to my favorite music). So I have been unreasonable. I knew that I would get punished for it, though I did not know in which way.
But: I gave myself the permission not to be reasonable. I wanted to have a great night, and I had a great night. The aches will pass (soon, please, soon!!).
When did you give yourself the permission not to be reasonable?