I only cry when I’m happy… and that’s ok.
I don’t check my email everyday…. and I haven’t missed a bargain.
I don’t fantasize with being a billionaire… I appreciate all my pennies.
I give spare change without making assumptions…. and also blow a smile.
I’m still faithful to my partner…. and this is great.
I pray myself to sleep every night….. and the Lord answers my prayers.
I don’t but expensive attires, and my shoes feel like comfy slippers.
I make dollies to give away to the orphanages, and the reward is priceless.
I listen to old ladies’ stories while waiting for the bus, and I love what they have to say.
The first thing I cry when I wake out of a nightmare is… “hooray!”.
I still sleep by my childhood teddy bear, and in a way believe he’s got life.
I don’t use make-up or hair dye, and that’s ok, they say.
I have made friends from all walks of life, and genuinely care for their well being.
I forgive and I pray for my worse enemies, and some have become great friends.
I secretly put marshmallows in my dieting best friend’s chocolate drink, and she’s still losing weight.
I deliberately over-tip bad service, as a good lesson to those working in pain.
I don’t socially drink- but instead sneak into the kitchen and clean the dishes…. and this is ok.
I make up the funniest passwords, and haven’t forgotten one to this day.
I don’t envy young fit women, instead I’m proud our city has this great asset to be decorated with.
I take monkey face selfies to make us all laugh when bored…. and that’s ok.
And you, my friend, don’t you think most of the things you do are…. just OK?