These days, I’ve been learning a lesson or two about what being “okay” really entails. Because lately, “okay” has become a defining feature in my path to self-discovery. As poetic or existential as that sounds, the word “okay” carries a lot of weight on its 4 letter frame.
I’ve been constantly reminding myself that:
It is okay to let things go.
It is okay to be vulnerable.
It is okay to open yourself up to criticism.
It is okay to admit defeat and start from scratch.
It is okay to fall down and pick myself back up again.
It is okay to ask for advice. And hell, even guidance, if need be.
It is okay to tell my story to people even if they won’t listen.
It is okay to take a leap of faith and silently hope for the best.
It is okay to break down my walls and reveal what’s been hiding behind them.
It is okay to find flaws in myself and openly admit that I have them.
It is okay to not be perfect.
It is okay to not be amazing at my craft.
It is okay to realize that I have something to learn from those around me.
It is okay to be broken.
It is okay to feel lost.
It is okay to yearn for something that once was or could be.
It is okay to make mistakes.
It is okay to be me. Utterly and honestly me.
Because at the end of the day, being who I am and being true to myself is what matters. Period. End of story. Fin.
I think I’m learning that it’s okay to feel like myself, whatever that actually means.
Because I am me.
I am a work-in-progress
I will be a masterpiece.
Until next time,