Enoughness ✨

It’s been a while since I’ve written anything, and I feel like I should have been writing more, but I haven’t so here I am writing something that feels like something.

I am 36

and sometimes

I don’t know if

what I have created

or have worked on

or have completed, or have started and then quit

or have questioned

has had any meaning

at all.

But then I look

at the most innocent,

beautiful, sweaty curly-headed,

chubby-cheeked

and pouty-lipped sleeping faces

of my daughters

and I know that if

I never did another thing,

what I have created with my body and my soul

is enough to fill lifetimes.

And I realize and I remember

that my own mother

likely looked at me the same

way. And again it’s enough

to fill lifetimes.

We are all enough already to fill lifetimes.

Everything else

that gets done or started or even briefly

considered,

is just

a bonus.