Ok? Ok.

A little bit of an essay I’ve been working on, inspired by Lucky’s monthly “It’s Ok If…” column. It’s always been my favorite part of that magazine, because it allows women to cut themselves some slack on what they “should” be doing in order to make room for self-acceptance and self-love. We could all use a little more of that.


It’s ok if you want to listen to Lana del Rey and read The Bell Jar.

It’s ok if you create a detailed wedding Pinterest board despite being decidedly single.

It’s ok to light a candle, drink an entire bottle of Barefoot white wine, and watch the Notebook. Again.

It’s ok if you’d rather watch Love and Hip-Hop Atlanta than the latest critically acclaimed drama

It’s ok if all you want to do is get married and have babies and bake cookies in the suburbs.

It’s ok if you just want to work and travel and buy pretty shoes that cost too much.

It’s ok if you just want to curl up with a book and your puppy on Friday nights.

It’s ok to not know what you want, and to change your mind, A LOT.

It’s ok to write self-indulgent miniature essays to soothe your soul and silence your insecurities.

It’s ok, you’re ok, we’re ok.

And you are enough.


Love and theatre,


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