It's Okay

It’s okay if the rain comes before you’re ready if the roads you mapped out twist into places you’ve never seen. Let the storm speak. It's okay if your hands tremble holding things you can’t keep if you stand still while everything around you moves. There’s no race here. It’s okay if your heart breaks over something small like the way the light shifts in autumn or a song you haven’t heard in years. Some moments ask to be felt. It’s okay to be quiet, to stand in the doorway between now and tomorrow unsure of which way to step. Even the uncertain have a place.