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Would just like you to know...

...that it's OK to struggle.

...it's OK to wonder and question and be frustrated.

...it's OK to feel lonely and neglected.

...it's OK to cry and scream and pout.

...it's OK to punch and kick and fight. As long as it's not me. :-)

...it's OK to feel inadequate.

...it's OK to feel like there's not enough time to get everything done.

...it's OK to be imperfect.

...it's OK to take quiet moments for yourself.

...it's OK to want to feel needed, respected, and loved.

...it's OK to try your hardest at something and fail anyway.

...it's OK to love intensely.

...it's OK not to know all the answers.

...it's OK to be hurt.

...it's OK to eat a whole box of Oreos. Once in a while. :-)

...it's OK to dislike cats - it doesn't make you a bad person.

...it's OK to have dessert first occasionally.

...it's OK to not like sushi or Brussels sprouts or the word "chartreuse."

...it's OK to want to be barefoot all the time.

...it's OK to wish you had a different job. Or car. Or name.

...it's OK to desire more for yourself than you currently have.

...it's OK to be satisfied with what you have now.

...it's OK to step in puddles, look for rainbows, or just sit back and watch others.

...it's OK to sleep in late occasionally. When you can.

...it's OK to be sick or infirm or old - or all three.

...it's OK to pass gas. Really. We all do it.

...it's OK not to understand.

It's NOT OK to give up.

It's NOT OK to complain, compare, or criticize.

Comments

B. Perky said…
But that takes all the fun out of it.
LivingstonClan said…
Can I just say that I love you? Well, I do. I admire you maybe more than just about anyone--that I know PERSONALLY anyway. You are a great person. SO THERE! Thanks for always being there for my big brother. You are the wind beneath my wings. :)

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