Yes, You May

Truth be told, I have always loved the month of May. The vibrant colors, the longer days, the sunshine warming up the world.

Darling May is obviously our reward for enduring dismal February.

But as a play on words, May brings a whole other set of opportunities. A plethora of possibilities.

Because it’s called “may”, as is, “May I have this seat?” And you sit down next to a very nice person who turns out to be your cousin’s next door neighbor from that time they lived in Texas.

“May I call you later?” And you end up kindling a great romantic relationship.

“May I help?” And the stalled project gets completed.

“May I get you a cup of coffee?” And that simple act of kindness builds a bond between you and the junior staff.

“May I tell you just how wonderful you are?” And you smile back at your own reflection in the mirror.

And feel a little bit of a boost.

Remember those hot afternoons when you’d run to your mother and breathlessly ask, “Can I go over to Joey’s house? They’re having meatloaf for dinner and his mother says I can stay. Can I? Can I? Can I?” And if your mother was like mine, she’d calmly reply, “It’s ‘may’, and, yes, dear, you may.”

This, my dear, is a whole month in which you may.

You may go, or may stay here. You may agree, or may make another decision. You may get out of bed when the alarm sounds. You may lay there for another hour, doing nothing.

You may flirt.

You may start that business. You may go on that job interview. You may hold hands.You may ride your bike.

You may figure out why you’re here, and what you need to do next.

Yes, you may.

See? Oh, the possibilities!

May you enjoy your May.