Is it really okay not to be okay?

I am pretty sure everyone may have heard or read these words “It is okay not to be okay” from somewhere. Cliche as it may be but it is really true!

We all have our fair share of struggles, anxieties, challenges we are yet to overcome, and a lot more in our lives. There may be times you wanted to just run away, or escape from everything just for a while. Lucky you, if you can, and you’ve got tons of time to spare. And for those who can’t, come sit with me, and let us discuss this over a cup of coffee. Oh, wait! Make it cups! πŸ˜‰

When I was still studying, I was a bit of idealistic on how to deal with specific matters. For instance, I was so used to organizing things and making sure that everything is on schedule. But, of course life is never perfect! There will be times where I need to be working on a project on a such short notice and not to mention with a deadline.

There goes my rattled self. Overthinking. Underestimating myself. And even thinking of failing already without even starting anything yet. And so I started procrastinating.

Then I started working. Sure, it is a fact that my employer would be expecting the best from me (mainly why they hired me, right?) This time, I’m not dealing with my grades anymore, I now got a scorecard I need to pass or else, my employment is at stake. And there goes my idealistic way of handling things. I am trying so hard to meet and exceed expectations. As for me, those are my only chances of succeeding. And of course, there has come a time that I failed to hit the target, passed my scorecard for a month. And that hits me big time! I got demotivated. Judged myself! I even think of quitting just because I consider myself not fit anymore for the job.

Moving on to next phase of my life, I became a mother. Since I was a bit young when I became one, I still have to deal on knowing the things I want, over the things I needed to prioritize first. I wanted to pursue the degree I’ve finished, work and spend time on things I love doing. Basically, fulfilling my passion, and following my dreams. Too bad the circumstances won’t allow me. I needed a job that would fit into my schedule as a mom, and most importantly will help with our financial needs. Not only determining what career path must I take was difficult for me, it is also the choice I have to make on whether I needed to stay at home and be with my daughter as she grows up, or be more practical and have a job that will support her needs.

These are the things I once thought easy to deal with. Things I thought I could make a decision right away. Until it all happened to me. I thought I have my life perfectly planned. I thought writing down things on my planner will make my life be organized, smooth and seamless.

Ladies, mommas, and everyone out there reading this, I hope you all understand what I am pointing at. There are times, instances, in our lives where we do not have a say of how it should be happening. You cannot always expect things will turn out as you planned. Sure it is good that you’ve got your whole life planned ahead, but always consider of having alternatives.

I once read this from a Facebook post my mom tagged me:

“People around you might seem to go ahead of you, some might seem to be behind you.

But everyone is running their own RACE, in their own TIME. Don’t envy them or mock them. They are in their TIME ZONE, and you are in yours! Life is about waiting for the right moment to act.

So, RELAX. You’re not LATE. You’re not EARLY. You are very much ON TIME, and in your TIME ZONE Destiny set up for you.”

So if you’re not doing okay as of the moment, I hope this helped. Even just for a little. πŸ™‚



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