It’s Okay, It’s Okay. … Camie Del Rosario

I trust You.

It’s Okay, It’s Okay

by Camie Del Rosario

I’ve come to realize that I have learned to say “It’s okay” when I really mean “no.” I say, “It’s okay.” Why is that? What is OK? It’s okay if you don’t? It’s okay if you do? It’s okay if your choices overwhelm me.

When did I learn to act as though the waters are tame, and put on a brave face when the storm warning alerted us to hide and secure our belongings, our most prized possessions; When did I take myself off that list?

When did I learn to dawn a smile? Grant them false kindness dripping down like sweet honey?

Even honey catches flies, and ants and infestations sometimes.

It’s okay, it’s okay. No, it’s okay; it’s okay. When did I learn civility & to store away my needs? When did I forget how to say “no”? How did I unlearn the real meaning of “yes”? It’s okay, it’s okay. It’s okay if my needs aren’t met. It’s okay if you meet them, too. But it’s okay if you don’t, it’s okay. I’d settle for meeting me halfway if that’s okay. If that’s okay, it’s okay.

I have learned to say “it’s okay” instead of no. And perhaps I’ve never known how to be okay. To be okay. It’s okay. It’s okay.