Okay

Okay

This morning, I've thought about how anxious I get because things change slowly. Our checking account feels too low, bills feel too big, things at work feel like they need to be fixed immediately, I need to lose twenty-three pounds before noon, and so on. Each thing requires time, lots of it, but I'm in a hurry. Anxiety has that effect on me.

Here's the thing: it's okay.

Our checking account is okay. We have money. It'd be nice to have more and someday we will.

The bills are okay too. Really, they're small enough and we have a plan to pay them. We have no bad debt. We're in better financial shape than most people I know.

At work, I'm dealing with big issues. Even if it doesn't feel okay, it will be soon. I have good systems in place. I'm working hard to make things better.

My weight is okay. It's not dangerous anyway. I wish my clothes fit better, that I didn't flinch at my reflection in the mirror. That's okay. This old body has changed. It will change more.

Okay is a sign of acceptance.

Okay is not surrender.

It's nine in the morning. The day lies ahead. There are many things on my to-do list. That's okay. Some things won't be done today. I'll be working on them for days, weeks, months, and years to come.

It's okay that mine is a life in progress.

If you're wondering, I'm mostly trying to convince myself. If you're convinced even a little, that's a nice bonus for both of us and it's even better than just okay.