I don't think you understand me when I say, "I'm okay".
You might think I mean the opposite.
"I'm not okay. I wanted to stay in bed today, but I didn't. I thought about it, but I decided to go to my terrible job. I had a terrible day. Oh, I'm just so terrible. Really. Terrible."
No? That's not what you hear?
Oh. Well, then you're on the right track because I'm not terrible. I'm okay.
What do I mean then?
When I say, "I'm okay," I mean exactly that, but so much more.
I say I'm okay because I didn't have an airplane engine that was positioned with the precise direction of falling downward toward my room before I woke.
I say I'm okay because I can go outside, breathe in the smokey air, and view greens and blues all around. With juxtaposition, I can go outside, breathe in the night, and see the stars and how they shine for several million eyes in one moment.
I say I'm okay because I drove to work today without receiving the slightest scratch.
I say I'm okay because I had the privilege of being surrounded by sweet souls and soft sounds.
I say I'm okay because I saw the sun rise and your face adapt to the color of lemonade this morning.
I say I'm okay because I can't hold your thoughts, but I can hold these flowers that grow year after year.
I say I'm okay because the grapefruit caught my attention before the golden sand and the blue lights in the sky did.
I say I'm okay because I am.
I hope you understand now.
I've read this about four times now and each time it strikes me more beautifully. You wrote something truly amazing. Each reason why was like a piece of evidence in the case for your happiness. I feel you. I understand. Truly, thank you for sharing.