What if it were all okay?Everything.
Even the hard
bits.
Especially those.
The ones that have you cry out in pain.
The ones that have you doubt the very essence of all you thought safe and true.
The bad back and extra 50 pounds.
The unfaithful lover.
The realization you
have failed.
The illness that is bringing you to your knees.
The disappointment so deep you want to curl up in a ball and not talk to anyone ever again.
When your heart is breaking, what if it were all okay?
To find that tiny, delicate, sliver of
acceptance in the storm of anything but.
Not easy.
Not fun.
Not nice.
Not helpful.
Not meant to be.
Not wanted.
But okay because it is here.
You are okay. Not because it is the right way to think, not because it is spiritual doctrine. Not even because it is true, since you can count so many ways in which you are not and the world is not.
But because it is the only thing that makes it all bearable.
Because denying
or thinking it should be different isn't working.
Because some things you can't wish away.
Because things can't transform until they are allowed to be as they are.
It is a paradox isn't
it.
For it to be okay when life feels anything but.
To trust you are okay even when you are not.
To be okay when reaching for help because you can't do it alone.
When you don't want to do it alone.
Not one minute longer.
Trust that everything that is okay about you is
the part reaching for the help.
And what about those ecstatic times?
Those times when life expands you out beyond the self you know to the point you are scared to breathe.
Where you might just shatter into a million
bursts of ecstasy and float away.
The bliss that can trigger guilt because, why you? How can you be so blessed?
The passion that brings such intense fear of loss it takes your breath away and sends you to the always understanding, but not always discerning arms of chocolate.
The
dream so big, so personal, so elemental to who you are it stays hidden.
The risk of it not coming true actually greater than your ache for it.
For now.
It is okay.
Do you know it is okay to have an
ordinary life?
A normal, nothing special life.
To not be working on any grand vision or striving for any thing at all.
Just a simple, maybe even a little boring life.
You may want something different, something more. But it is okay to be exactly where you are. And it is okay to not want anything more than what you have.
Making room for what is, just because it is, this is nothing less that high, holy, Magic.
It is the first doorway into the inner sanctum of what is deeply, beautifully yours alone.
Your life.
The textures and heartbeat of your life rhythm and expression, even when discordant.
The mess and the glory.
Often at the same time.
This is the one and only time, in all of time, that this you, this life, will breathe its experience into the world.
This is more precious than you can imagine.
The magic is in the allowing.
The holy, in the surrender.
The transformation, sparked by the silent moment of no
struggle.
Sometimes it sucks.
Sometimes it is exquisite.
Much of the time it is handling the ordinary.
But make no mistake, every beat and every breath of it is a shimmering facet on the jewel that is you.
It is okay for life to be a big mess and not feel at all sure.
It is okay to fly higher than anything you have known.
It is okay to sit in the in between waiting for what is next.
What if it were all okay?
Just for right now.
In this tiny moment of you?
