Enough is enough

I don't see much of my now seven-year old niece and six-year old nephew, who live in Western Pennsylvania, but a few years ago on a trip home, I commented to Adyson that I couldn't believe how tall she'd grown.

She puffed up with pride, walked over to the door frame, and with her hand above her head exclaimed,

“I know! I’m almost up to my hand!”

It was a belly laugh moment for me and her mom (why don't we belly laugh more?), but there was also something profound about her four-year old rationale.

As long as you keep measuring yourself to your hand, you’ll always be tall enough. As long as your measuring yourself to yourself, you will always be enough.  

The measuring stick to decide what is and isn’t enough fell into my hands so long ago that I can’t even remember when I started doing it. As a writer, I’ve been so focused on not being enough that I’ve given myself little opportunity to just be. 

That mentality is never productive. Instead of working at my craft, I chastised myself for not just organically being good enough.

And who decides what is enough? What is enough money? Enough talent? Enough success? Enough fitness? Skinny enough? Pretty enough? At what point are we content? If I lose 15 pounds I'll be happy. If I could make another 20K a year then that would be enough. Then I'd be content. But what about now? Why wait to be happy? 

It's not like I've figured this one out. I have plenty of things I'm waiting for. But every now and again it's good to remind yourself. 

I'm good enough.

I'm smart enough.

And...wait for it...wait for it...

Doggone it, people like me. 

Yeah that's right. A little taste of Stuart Smalley to get your day going.

Stuart helps. And sometimes the wisdom of a four year old who reminds you of what it means to be enough. 

Tall enough, good enough, smart enough. If you compare yourself to yourself, you’re always enough.