I’ve been standing in line so long
I’ve been wondering what went wrong
I’ve been weighing the shape of things to come
— Steve Taylor, “Waiting in Line”
All my life, I’ve been waiting for permission. I’ve raised my hand. I’ve waited until I was called on. I eagerly sought approval from whoever was in charge.
At home, I needed my father’s permission to do anything. My world was tightly controlled. I couldn’t even arrange my own drawers or closet as I pleased. He gave me rigid instructions for those things.
At school, I was quiet and didn’t cause problems. I did what I was told, for the most part. I never defied instructions. I learned whatever was placed in front of me, whether it interested me or not. I dutifully spit the information back out on tests. And I waited for the teacher’s approval as proof that I was a good boy.
I’ve recently realized that I’m still waiting for permission, long after I thought I had rebelled and broken free of that programming. I’ve been so proud of being a rebel and not doing things the conventional way. I thought I was free of all that.
But I realize now that I’m still sitting here waiting — for some unknown someone to give me permission to do what I need to do and be the person I’ve always wanted to be.

Even when folks praise my work, my secret fear is I may be a fraud
How would you live differently if you knew when death was coming?
A question I’m scared to answer: Why haven’t I made another film?
Need for love drives behaviors; for me, old needs make me eat
How miserable does someone have to be to ‘troll’ a cute dog picture?
What’s at the root of objections to real freedom? Paternalism
Photo assignment in dimly lit gym kickstarted my love for basketball
What do you really want in life? Believe actions, not empty goals