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Permissions. (Mandela’s muses).
Growing up under a colonial-style primary education, we had routines that felt almost ceremonial. Every morning, we’d rise in unison as the teacher entered—“Good morning, Mrs. Salisu,” we’d chorus, our voices echoing off the walls like a drill team. It was a place of structure, rules, and permissions. Freedom of expression—especially the kind that comes from vulnerability—wasn’t something we were taught. It wasn’t something we practiced.
That kind of formative structure doesn’t disappear overnight. Even now, I find myself working through what it means to give myself permission—permission to slow down, to be honest, to be imperfect.
Lately, I’ve been inspired by a concept from the book Procrastinate on Purpose—this idea of granting yourself permission. This past week, I’ve been leaning into the permission of the imperfect. As my team here at Wheelzup knows, we strive for a high level of excellence. But sometimes, that pursuit can make me… well, a bit intense.
So I’m learning. I’m breathing. I’m letting a few things be “good enough” instead of perfect—and trusting that the important stuff still gets done.
I don’t know what your week looks like, what you’re carrying, or what you’re rushing toward. But I came across a reminder I’ll share with you:
“It doesn’t all have to be done today.”
Take a breath.
See you on the trail,
Mandela
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