Everything's Okay as Long as It's Okay.

Tomorrow, we take our son to see a neurologist.

We try everything.

I also have this confession. I'm tired.  I'm so tired of specialists and medications.  I cannot speak for people who have a chronic illness, but I imagine that sometimes, they must feel much the same way.  It doesn't mean I'm tired of my kid. I'm tired of the situation.

I know what I'm supposed to do, and what I'm good at, and that's smiling, and looking on the bright side, and taking that half-full cup and drinking it when no one is looking (because it's always half-full, right?  Never half-empty?) and telling people no problem, I got this, no big deal, piece of cake, but here's the truth, and God forgive me but it is:

I wish, for just one blasted minute that I didn't have to worry.  That for one minute, I had the absolute, perfect knowledge that everything is okay, and it's going to be okay.

But we can't live like that.  It's unrealistic. 

When I first started out in real estate, my broker was this fabulous woman named Shirley.  I really admire her, still.  She's a strong Texas woman, and she's also an amazing person. She had this saying:  "Everything's okay as long as it's okay".  If you've ever done real estate, then you know what this means:  As long as everything is running smoothly, no one is complaining, hitting you with complications, asking for the impossible, buying a tv on credit a week before closing or a million other scenarios that can go wrong, then everything is okay.  Don't borrow trouble. Enjoy the moment for what it is.

So, no, right now, everything is not okay, but I hope that life will surprise me and that one day it will be.