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Where are you still waiting for permission?

Permission to shed shame?
Permission to grow into your wholeness?
Permission to take up as space?
Permission to speak your truth?
Permission to trust your gut?
Permission to reinvent yourself endlessly?
Permission to claim your pleasure?

Permission. Fucking. Granted

(hint: you've had it all along)

They call me the Permission Catalyst because I believe in your absolute right to create and claim a life lived on your own terms.

My Permission Slips are tiny love letters to your inherent badassery, and serve as regular reminders that you can create a contract with yourself rooted in your own personal integrity and your inborn right to want, to feel and to receive.

Permission Slip Mantra

I am not beholden to the human I was

or the human I am or even the one I think I will become.

I owe my singular devotion to the self

I am right now, In this breath.

I love myself and grant myself permission

to change and evolve,

endlessly and entirely.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

My name is Jeanette LeBlanc

I spent most of my life working very hard to be a good girl. One day I woke up and decided to write my way out of my own life, things haven’t been the same since. Single mama to two ridiculously unruly daughters, I believe in the smooth honey burn of whiskey, the crashing of mama ocean, pencil skirts, vintage band tees and fringed boots, the kinship of the wild wolf, walking for miles in unfamiliar cities, the power of dark red lipstick and the necessity of putting out for the muse on the regular. Oh yeah, and that sometimes our stories are the only things that can save us. These are my words, my heart on the page. Thank you for being here.