It’s enough.
I’m doing so good & never enough.
I haven’t missed taking my vitamins in over 5 years (mostly) but I crave fast food 5 times a week.
I’m in grad school doing something no one in my family has ever done before and yet I turn in so many late assignments just trying to keep up.
When it gets really hard I finally journal and do my meditations but when life feels a bit easy I say “what tools?”
I want to be a good listener but I love the sound of my own voice.
I don’t leave out dirty dishes but my piles of dirty clothes just grows and grows.
I am doing so good but is it enough?
Can it be enough?
Can I believe this is enough?
To the bees it’s enough to find flowers and make honey.
To the rivers it’s enough to flow along and down the way.
To the ants it’s enough to collect food for the colony.
For the trees it’s enough to breathe and provide breath.
I think for now, in this moment, what I have to offer is enough.
I am enough.
