“I Believe We’ll Be O.K.”

By Lindsay Alshefski

As she walks down the side of the busy road, she is surrounded by other people rushing to get things done. The walk for her is to de-stress from the day’s events, which consist of her job, class, schoolwork and attempting to have a social life in the midst of all her tasks. She’s walking to the kickboxing gym 10 minutes from her apartment for some exercise and mindless activity.

Surrounding her are other students and nonstudents walking and driving to their own daily responsibilities. While she walks, she realizes she is alone in her thoughts while the world bustles next to her on the busy road. She doesn’t know where these people are going or why, what has happened to them today, what they are stressed about or anything else going on in their minds. All she cares about right now is her next 45 minutes of free time to kickbox out the frustrations from the week.

The cars bustle by her whizzing, honking, skidding, stopping and going. Music blasts from car speakers. The other people walking by are laughing and discussing. All she hears is the music in her ears coming from the headphones connected to her iPhone she is holding. Her Spotify “chillin’” playlist is on with the song “Be Okay” by Oh Honey: “Can’t complain about much these days. I believe we’ll be O.K.” The words are a reminder to breathe. The world seems so complicated at 22 years old, but really it’s just the beginning of complications.

On the walk the air smells damp and feels moist from the morning rainfall. The clouds are overcast and gray as the leaves drip onto the sidewalk. It’s not raining anymore, but her raincoat is tight around her body to keep out any moisture. She chews on her spearmint Orbit gum for a fresh taste before exerting her body and increasing her heart rate because the taste of lunch while working out is the worst.

It’s Friday and the week’s stresses are almost over. She’s ready to enjoy herself before Sunday comes and next week’s tasks begin. She feels a sense of relief as she is reminded that after this workout, it’s finally her time to let a little loose.

It seems like just seconds passed by the time she arrives at the gym, lost in her thoughts and music. She clicks her Spotify playlist off and puts her phone in her gym bag. The doors open and her three friends are standing there smiling and waiting for her to join them in the kickboxing session. Suddenly she is reminded it’s really all going to be O.K.


Alshefski is a senior public relations major