Today’s Daily Prompt. Take the third line of the last song you heard, make it your post title, and write for a maximum of 15 minutes. GO!
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Maybe we’re all okay. Maybe we should just learn to accept ourselves as we are. We could all stand to forgive ourselves and learn to love ourselves. I’ve been suffering from low self-esteem all my life. I have my ups and downs. Some days I look in the mirror, and I like what I see. Other days, I look in the mirror, and I cringe.
It’s not necessarily because I am aging (aren’t we all?). Some days I look better than others. Maybe it’s because I’ve gotten more sleep and I’m well-rested. Maybe it’s a function of what’s going on that day. If it’s a stressful day, I think I look worse for wear.
Some days whether or not I am okay is based on the company I am keeping. It’s hard to be married to someone who’s only home 34 hours a week. I think I look and feel better when he’s around. Other days I miss him so much I feel like I’m in a blue funk all the time.
Other days I go up and down based on that awful number on the scale. If my weight is up, my mood is down. If someone compliments me on my appearance, that can also turn a not-so-okay mood around. A silly thing a friend of mine said to me last evening turned my mood around. I’d been in a funk for most of the week, but she said something silly when walking behind me that indicated I looked pretty good from the back. That made me laugh and smile.
It’s hard sometimes to count my blessings, but when I really open my eyes and look around me, I realize that I am more than “okay”. I have it pretty darned good. I have a good job, I am getting a good education, I’m relatively healthy, I’ve had the love of a good man for 25 years, I have a wonderful family around me, I have two fantastic and handsome young men for sons, and my memories of growing up are happy ones. I have a roof over my head at night, and my tummy is more than full. I have had wonderful pets for companions over the years. Things grow beautifully in my garden, and the wildlife that visits my yard enchants me on a daily basis.
Today, I heard you say maybe it’s okay. I think that was God talking to me, and he was reminding me that life is good. My life is good. I don’t often talk about my faith, but I do believe in God, and I pray on a regular basis. “I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.” [Philippians 4:13 (NKJV)].
I repeat that phrase often. It reminds me that I am way more than okay. I’m fantastic, and I’m glad to be here.
Here’s the first verse and chorus of the song I was listening to:
Songwriters: ROBERTSON, ED
Today is not the day to get it done
Or not to get it done
Today I heard you say maybe it’s ok
And everything looks great
Hold on to your armrest, don’t be alarmed
I’m gonna do my best
‘Cause it’s a long haul and I’m in this
And once in a while I’d see the posted limits