“It is ok. It will get better.”
I have heard this from so many well-meaning people that it now grates on my nerves. Almost like a chain saw going in slow mo. Why do we make such a huge hue and cry about being Ok all the time? Why do we shun being not Ok? Why is it such a big deal? What if I like being not Ok?
I have no answers to all these questions that do a merry-dance in my head space. 23 hours a day. What happens in that remaining 1 hour, you ask? Eyebrows raised, questioning, judging me.
Nothing. I take a break. That’s all.
Books, Movies, and Black Coffee 