Welcome to a hit of hope.
Settle your sits bones.
Close your eyes.
Take a deep breath in and exhale.
It's okay.
It's okay to be sad.
It's okay to be angry,
To be afraid,
To be weary.
It's okay to leave the dishes in the sink.
It's okay to let the grass grow.
It's okay to fall down.
And it's okay to screw up.
It's okay to say,
I don't know.
Or I can't do this alone.
Or I've done some bad shit.
Or I've hurt the ones I love.
It's okay to cry.
To stare at the wall.
To do too much.
To do nothing at all.
It's okay to say,
Not today.
It's okay to say,
I'll try again tomorrow.
It's okay to feel awkward and strange.
Weird and broken.
What is not okay?
To let the voices inside have their way.
The ones that want to hurt your tender and bruised self.
You do not have to be perfect.
You cannot be perfect.
You are not perfect.
And trying to be perfect is a kind of hell.
It will burn you again and again.
What a blessing.
What a relief.
To just be okay.
To be okay with your fears.
Your mistakes.
And your scars.
To be okay for this breath in and this breath out.
You are okay.
You are okay.
You are okay.
Namaste.