Ok

This morning I was thinking about how it's weird that I keep using the word "ok" to describe my state of being and/or what I want things to be.

Ok. WTF does that even mean?

(looks it up on google....)

:Satisfactory but not exceptional or especially good.

It's satisfactory. Just like when I'm starving, scraps will keep me alive. They will sustain life, but they won't help me thrive. They don't build muscle and strength and endurance.

Being ok sustains me at times. OK doesn't build joy, gratitude or exuberance. It can't make me strong or resilient. It doesn't dream or create or pursue.

Ok is a life line when I need it. And there are times when I just need to be ok and when I just need to know everything will be ok.

But it is not where I want to settle in and live my whole life.

There's so much more to desire than "ok."

I want exceptional. I want especially magical. And just because I have a family doesn't mean I forfeit any of it.

I want that for you too.

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xo,

Meagan