At 40, I want things to be ok.
I mean, I know things will be ok, but I just want make sure I’ve put it into the universe enough times. I don’t know what the defnintion of ‘ok’ is, because I’m pretty sure that being ok in my mid 20s is a different type of ok at 40.
This post is probably a reflection of how I’ve been feeling as of late, but suddenly I’m in the mood to not ask for much.
As long as I have life, and as long as I have love… and am still residing in happiness, I think that’ll do.
I’ll be ok.