It’s Okay

It’s Okay

My dear self:

You’re going to feel jealous when you hear a colleague had an article published by a prestigious news outlet. It’s okay.

You’re going to snap at your children at the end of the day — even though you know they are tired, you are tired, and no one is totally thinking straight. It’s okay.

You’re not going to feel like sex some evenings (or being touched, hugged, or held). And you’ll feel guilty about it. It’s okay.

You’re going to spend time worrying about communicable diseases (like lice!) when your kids are in school. It’s okay.

You’re going to stay up late surfing the web or doing something else you know isn’t useful to you — many, many times. It’s okay.

You’re going to have another handful of chocolate chips (and then a bowl of chips and other stuff) when you get triggered. This will happen even though you know the chocolate won’t ultimately make you feel better (and will actually lead to a deep pimple or two). It’s okay.

You’re going to feel irritated toward a family member. It’s okay.

You’re going to make a snide comment about someone (to another or silently). And feel momentarily better and then worse and guilty. It’s okay.

You’re going to have an aha moment — and then fall back into the same old behavior the next day (even though you know it won’t help). It’s okay.

You’re going to compare how your children are doing with a friend’s children and other kids in your child’s class. It’s okay.

You’re going to compare your parenting with what another is doing — and sometimes feel better and other times worse — and then feel guilty about comparing. It’s okay.

You’re going to feel like you’re not getting anywhere and failing at life some days. It’s okay.

You’re going to feel like you’re finally getting it and on top of the world. And then feel afraid you may fall behind again tomorrow. It’s okay.

You’re going to understand that you’re doing fine (and everyone else is too) — and then sometimes still forget. It’s okay.

My sweet self: At the end of the day (and at the beginning and middle too), it’s all okay. Really and truly. Regardless of whatever has happened — it is all okay. We are messy humans. We are doing fine. We may forget (again and again)– and it’s okay. We are doing fine, and it’s okay.

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