A few weeks ago someone told me, “Wake-up tomorrow and chose to be happy. Do it for me.” Me, being the people pleaser I am, said, “Yes, I’ll try.” I have been working 60-70 hours, six to seven days a week, I am tired, exhausted, miserable and mentally spent. So, to combat this, I took five days off over the holiday weekend. In five days I realized, more than ever….I am not okay. I am not happy, I am not okay, I cannot be happy because someone else told me to be. Being happy for other people is why I am not okay in the first place. “It could always be worse.” OH…MY…G-D! I know things could be worse, I have been in worse; however, that doesn’t make my life, as it is right now, anymore okay. Every time someone tells me, “it could always be worse,” I just think, yeah, you keep saying inspiring bullshit like that, that’s how it could be worse. Bottom line, if I am smiling, if my bills are paid, if I post some sappy/cute/funny stuff on social media, if I wake up every day and go to work, none of this means that I am okay. Someone, somewhere, feels like I do. Someone has all there shit together, house, car, bills, kids, dog, whatever they are responsible for paying or keeping alive is all lined up and/or flourishing. However, in all that effort, organization, goal chasing, cleaning, posturing…..all of it, they are still not okay. I know how they feel. There are no answers, I do not know how to be okay, and I have tried. I’ve bought the things, gone to the places, eaten the food, hugged the people, said “I love you,” “Thank you,” “I appreciate you,” but I don’t know what else I can do to be okay. I don’t know what anyone can do. There really is no grand point to this post. Cool, good talk.