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.

If you want life outside of hatred, get away from political cesspool
Unless your spirit’s been broken, your flaws will always be hidden
I’m painfully blind when I ignore the inheritance I’ve been given
If God had caused Tim Tebow to win, did He change His mind Saturday?
500 years after Luther’s 95 theses, there’s still not much to celebrate
Watching kids on a Friday night reminds me of struggle to belong
Don’t complain about debt when you borrow $35,000 to study puppetry
As a child, I was a capable liar, because I mimicked a narcissist