Sometimes….

SOMETIMES….

Sometimes, it’s okay to turn the car radio off and talk to yourself.

Sometimes, it’s okay to talk about what you would say to several world leaders if you had 30 minutes with them.

Sometimes, it’s okay to play like you’re a fighter pilot on the freeway, listening to Danger Zone or Life is a Highway and machine gun or sidewinder missile stupid drivers.

Sometimes, it’s okay to climb a tree when you’re old like you did when you were a kid.

Sometimes, it’s okay to sing, even off key, as long as you are robust and proud in your singing.

Sometimes, it’s okay to drink a good scotch in the middle of the day with a burger, with cheese, medium rare.

Sometimes, it’s okay to say ‘no’ to a 5am gym call.

Sometimes, it’s okay to count only to twenty, instead of twenty-five, on the rep you’re doing at the gym.

Sometimes, it’s okay to pee in the spa, in the back yard—or front yard.

Sometimes, it’s okay to have a slice of cheese and a spewy of mayonnaise on a Lays potato chip as a snack.

     …it’s okay….

Sometimes, it’s okay to swear with made up words.

Sometimes, it’s okay to put a little Baileys in your morning coffee.

Sometimes, it’s okay to tell someone they smell good.

Sometimes, it’s okay to walk in the gutter while it’s raining.

Sometimes, it’s okay to not make your bed first thing in the morning.

Sometimes, it’s okay to put non-recycled trash in the recycled trash container.

Sometimes, it’s okay to not flush your 10:32, 1:27, and 3:03 bathroom pees until you get up in the morning for good.

     …it’s okay….

Sometimes, it’s okay to buy meat not only on sale but also marked down because its past its expired date.

Sometimes, it’s okay to open the windows after you’ve had the heat/cooling on in the house.

Sometimes, it’s okay to go look at the new apartments, telling the rep you are interested when you’re really not and looking at the new one bedroom with a loft and huge patio and pretending it’s not too expensive.

Sometimes, it’s okay to write a novel and use people’s real names, as long as it’s only the first name.

Sometimes, it’s okay to wipe your barbequed fingers on your socks when you don’t have a napkin.

Sometimes, it’s okay to take two baths in one day. Especially if you are cold and achy.

Sometimes, it’s okay to eat that little fat dangly thing at the end of a steak.

     …it’s okay….

Sometimes, it’s okay to let your dog(s) up on your bed or couch while you’re sleeping or watching Good Times reruns.

Sometimes, it’s okay to just put on deodorant and a clean shirt after cutting the lawn in the summer before you meet a friend for lunch.

Sometimes, it’s okay to pretend to be the Lone Ranger and yell “HI-O SILVER, AWAY!” when riding a horse named—Silver.

Sometimes, it’s okay to give up your basket at the store to an old woman who needs one.

Sometimes, it’s okay to comment on a neighbor’s yard—to yourself.

Sometimes, it’s okay to let your dogs drink out of the same scotch glass you drink from, especially if they like it.

Sometimes, it’s okay to talk like God. Always in a southern voice.

Sometimes, it’s okay to get angry at God.

Sometimes, it’s okay to swear and yell at God.

Sometimes, it’s okay to be sad with God.

Sometimes, it’s okay to run from God.

Sometimes, it’s okay to look up and cry.

Sometimes, it’s okay to come back to God after showing your worst to God.

Sometimes, it’s okay to be quiet with God.

     All the time….

All the time, it’s okay to let God be your Dad.

All the time, it’s okay to let God love you.

It’s all okay.

     It will….

It will be all okay.

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