It’s Okay

Let's all take the pressure off and remember that all you do is just a normal part of life and it's okay. You can relax.

It’s okay to not be wearing the perfect outfit. It’s okay if your clothes don’t fit perfectly. It’s okay if your sleeves are an inch too long or your pants are a straight cut instead of slim. It’s okay if you don’t have the right shoes for the occasion or your socks have a tiny hole.

We are tiny beings on a tiny rock in an insanely big universe. It’s okay.

It’s okay to not always eat the healthiest food. It’s okay to join your friends for pizza. It’s okay to order a take-out Indian feast for two for one. It’s okay to gorge on your snack days. It’s okay to prefer a Starbucks to an indie coffee shop. It’s okay to hang out in the best coffee place in Montreal. It’s okay to place value on familiarity.

Tiny beings on a rock in an insanely big universe. It’s okay.

It’s okay to publish things that aren’t “perfect”. It’s okay to publish a blog post that doesn’t encapsulate your thoughts as well as you’d like. It’s okay to publish a short post. It’s okay to share a link on Facebook or Twitter without caring how it reflects on you. It’s okay to send a friend an email without proofreading it.

Tiny beings, big universe. It’s okay

It’s okay to stumble over your words. It’s okay to not know the answer to a question. It’s okay to feel like the dumbest one in the group. It’s okay to apologize. It’s okay to admit you were wrong or misspoke or acted inappropriately. It’s okay to explain your imperfections. It’s okay to have irrational feelings.

Human < universe. It’s okay.

It’s okay to stay home on a Saturday night. It’s okay to watch movies all day. It’s okay to only go to the gym every second Friday night. It’s okay to avoid stressful situations sometimes. It’s okay to say no. It’s okay to change your mind. It’s okay to go at your own pace.

Tiny tiny tiny, big big big. It’s really 100% totally okay.


Something you may have noticed was the absence of the word ‘because’ in this. As I was writing this out, almost every single sentence was naturally followed with a “because…” clause. My fingers typed them out before my brain could stop my fingers. Even though I tried not to, they kept being typed out. It seems rationalizing our “bad” behaviours is very engrained in us. But I removed every of them. Why? Well the point here is you don’t need to justify any behaviour. It is your behaviour and it is you. And that’s okay.