I’m going to give you some wiggle room, now, to think about what “wiggle room” means to you.
Here’s a little photographic wiggle room, while you’re taking the room to think about that:
Let’s see if there are any other photos wiggling on my iPhone that might make more room for the concept of “wiggle room.”
Okay, this post has wiggled around, long enough. Here’s a definition of wiggle room that’s currently wiggling on the web:
(Informal) the freedom or opportunity to do something, or to change your mind and do something differently, if that is what is needed.
Here’s my personal — and perhaps simpler — definition of “wiggle room”:
(Informal) the space and freedom to move, without negative consequences.
Now that we have some definitions of “wiggle room,” allow me the wiggle room to explain why I’m writing about “wiggle room” today.
Since I’ve been giving myself the wiggle room — through this blog, EMDR therapy, and other means — to wiggle further along the path to self discovery and personal growth, I’ve realized that “wiggle room” is a very important concept, for me.
Rather than wiggle through another long sentence trying to explain this, I’ll try a wiggly brief explanation:
Because of things that have happened to me in the past, I can easily believe that I have little or no wiggle room with other people.
In other words, I am constantly fighting fears that any tiny wiggle of a
- Mis-step, or
can threaten a relationship, no matter how secure that relationship actually is.
Here’s one wiggly example, illustrating this:
When I was in my early 20s, I managed to escape, physically unscathed, from an encounter with a rapist outside my apartment. When I went inside, shaking with relief and terror, I did not wake up my roommate, for fear she might be annoyed with me for doing so.
Can you see how wigglingly weird that is — my not realizing I had that wiggle room with my roommate, to disturb her sleep for such a good reason? Especially since my roommate was a dear and loving friend I’d known since childhood.
I could give you many different — if less dramatic — examples of how wigglingly easy it is for me to doubt that I have any wiggle room with others.
I believe that my habitual difficulty with wiggle room causes confusing wiggles in my relationships. That is why I have deliberately and consciously been creating the wiggle room, this year, to realize I have LOTS more wiggle room with other people.
Does this make any wiggly sense?
I wonder if I have the wiggle room, now, to share a few more photos that may — or may not — relate to “wiggle room.”
Let’s find out, shall we?
I hope you know that you have the room to wiggle about those photos — or anything else — however you choose.
I shall now take a little more wiggle room, for myself, to share this wiggly musical memory:
It’s the Wiggles, singing about “Fruit Salad” in their wiggly way.
Now I need to wiggle my way to work, to a teeth cleaning (with a wiggly IV of antibiotics), and to a high school reunion planning meeting. I expect there will be lots of wiggle room, everywhere.
Wiggly and roomy thanks to all those who helped me wiggle my way to writing today’s post and special thanks to you — of course! — for making room to read it.