It took me a long time to realise that it’s okay to not be Perfect, even though I struggle with perfectionism every day. It’s okay that as a perfectionist, you’re not perfect and may never be. It’s really okay.

It’s okay to not be okay sometimes. It’s okay if someone gives more than you do, those things balance out in the end. People give what they can and sometimes you’re able to give more.

It’s okay if you Love someone more than they love you, sometimes they’re loving you to the very end of their being, but it may still not be as much as you love them, and that’s totally okay. A lot of relationships have one person that openly loves more, that doesn’t mean the other person loves less or needs harder. It’s okay. 

It’s okay to not know where you’re going or what you’re doing, sometimes you’re just putting your faith in the path and walking it, and that’s more than okay. 

It’s okay to be totally shit with money and not know how you’re going to retire when the time comes, you’ll work that out.

It’s okay to not have children, because we don’t all have to follow the norm, some of us would make parents but that doesn’t mean we have to be one. That one took me a long time to figure out, but I’m so terribly okay with that now that I wonder how I ever thought differently. 

It’s okay to worry about what’s around the corner, that’s normal, let the worry wash over you and don’t let it consume you because in the end, everything will be okay.