From: my pinterest, link unknown.
I’ve always been a bit of a worrier. I worry that I’m not smart enough, or that I’m a bad friend, that Matthew’s too good for me, that I’m too fat….when I get on a worry spiral, I can really rock it. I tie myself up in knots of doubt and worry and shame, worrying away at a thousand and one failings.
I was about to have a worry sesh the other day when a revolutionary thought crossed my mind.
Maybe I was OK.
Not awesome, not the best, not marvellous. Just OK.
What a heady, wonderful, challenging place to be.
To know you’re doing okay and giving your best, to want more but not feel like a failure in the interim. Well, let me tell you, it felt like a weight had lifted.
I may never be the perfect homemaker or a hyper-successful headteacher or a mega-blogger or a size 2, but I can handle okay.
I like being okay.
How about you?