Okay Friday

If I were to do a podcast today, it would be called “Okay Friday”, because that's the sort of thing I do. Well, I’m not doing a podcast today—not on a holiday weekend—but the title is too good a thing to waste, so: A blog post instead.

There is, of course, an obvious joke in the title: Today is “Good Friday”, a day of some importance to Christians. I’m no longer a Christian, so-called, and the religious overtones no longer mean anything to me, but its name? That became a kind of joke, like “Nothing Particularly Special About It Friday” or some such. That’s not as funny to me as it once was. Now, this is just an “Okay Friday”. And that’s okay.

The fact is that every single day I’m working to make the day “okay”—it doesn’t have to be awesome, or even good, it’s enough for it to be merely okay. That’s because, as I so often say, “okay is good enough”, and also because sometimes it’s the best one can possibly hope for.

As should be obvious by now, I won’t pretend to be over my grief, I won’t play “happy” when I’m not. But, okay? That’s something altogether different. Okay is good enough.

The reality is that for me, and countless others in New Zealand, today is like any other Friday—except that it’s also a public holiday, one of three and a half days on which trading is prohibited (in most instances). That means getting stuff done on Good Friday can be a challenge—but, then, no commercials on TV, right? That’s a payoff. Right?

My perspectives now are very different than they were only two years ago, and I’m the first to acknowledge and point that out. But that doesn’t mean that I’m not right (or wrong, for that matter): Today is just a Friday, one with trading bans in place, but otherwise just another Friday. And the thing is? To me that’s okay.

To have a day that’s okay is a good thing. Trust me. And today? It’s an okay Friday. And okay is good enough.