I LOVE carnivals! I love the bright lights, the Carnies, the smell of cotton candy and especially the rides!  There’s just something a little more daring about carnival rides; they sling you around more, they’re faster, and I’m sure they don’t meet the safety codes of OSHA!

One night my family and I were on our way home from a dinner, and there it was in an empty shopping center parking lot– A CARNIVAL!  Bright lights blinking, that carnival music blaring…STOP!! Oh, let’s go ride the rides, I begged!  Just a few!  My dear husband, much to his dismay,  made a u-turn and swung into the parking lot.  The two older kids stared in amazement that I would want to ride, but I knew the youngest, Matt, would be on my heels anxious for wild thrills of the “Octopus”, “Scrambler” or my all-time favorite, the “Tilt O Whirl”!!! We didn’t buy many tickets (the prices have skyrocketed over the years, and the rest of my family only wanted to watch-boring); but we had enough for three rides!  Matt chose the first 2 and we laughed and squealed and screamed the entire time they swung us around, jerking us from side to side, up and down, barely missing the other riders! Then it was my turn to choose. Yep, you guessed it, the TILT O WHIRL!!! I was sooooo excited!  As we gave the Carnie our tickets, I said to him, “This is my favorite ride in the whole world! Can we ride an extra long time?” (Really, does that sound like a five-year old, or what?) He said not a word, just latched us into that ride and hit the go button. Oh, what fun!!! I LOVE this ride! We went up and down, round and round, and all the while, Matt and I were making it twirl in its own circle! Now most rides last about 2 minutes-truly. But not this one.  No, that Carnie took me at my word! In fact, I think he went to lunch, then had a  nap, did a little shopping and then slowly mosied on back.  I’m not sure how long we actually rode, but let’s just say, by the time I got off that ride, I was so dizzy and nauseated that I went straight home to bed-my husband and kids laughing at me the whole time!

Now, don’t get me wrong, I’d still get back on that ride. However, I probably wouldn’t ask for the extended version!

Give yourself PERMISSION to ask for what you want.  But…be careful, because you just might get it!  Great things are waiting!


About thepermissionlist

Hello, my name is Susan McMullen. I live in Marietta, GA and I am a professional speaker and registered nurse who has not only worked in direct patient care for 26 years, but I have also taken care of both of my parents, all while being married and raising three children. For 8 years, I provided care to my mother until her passing at home, surrounded by family and loved ones. After her death, my family and I moved in with my 70 year old father. For the next 15 years, until July 21, 2009, I orchestrated basic everyday needs along with financial matters, doctor appointments, administering medicines, and eventually made sure that my father’s ultimate wishes concerning life and death were fulfilled. Through the many years of taking care of others, I have become an expert at navigating through the medical maze, overcoming personal guilt and recognizing how important it is, whether in a hospital setting or at home, to take care of oneself if you are going to take care of others. I am on a journey to reclaim my love of life! You are invited to join me! Please share your own care giving stories! Together we'll laugh and cry as we find ourselves woven in the tapestries of each others lives! Together we'll learn to give ourselves PERMISSION to live and love! Great things are waiting! Susan McMullen
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