Doesn’t it sound bad? Doesn’t Enough sound spooky-similar to Stop that! and Go Away. or Just Okay and Could Be Better?
Enough sounds like you’ve reached a limit. Please, that’s enough.
Enough sounds like you’re nothing special. All right, you’re good enough.
It sounds like that. It doesn’t have to be that.
Maybe enough is enough. I’m trying to use the word in a positive way.
I want it to sound like you’ve exceeded the expectation. Please, that’s enough.
I want it to sound like you are, in fact, very special. All right, you’re good enough.
Because, you are.
You are enough. Just as you are right now. With your little eyeballs looking at this glowing screen. With your tush in that seat or that bench or that bed, with your face and your hair and your teeth and your elbows and your bellybutton, exactly where they are and in the shape that they are, you are enough.
With that mark on that test and that face-planted job interview and that date that didn’t call you back and that jerk who didn’t favourite your tweet, with all of that, you are enough.
You don’t need to do better or get out of bed or go back to bed or try harder or try less or look handsomer or sit up straighter or brush longer or smile wider or date more or date less. Not unless you want to.
Because, already, right now, you are good enough.
And, that’s good.
Here’s what I had at The King’s Head Pub and Eatery:
Veggie Burger: Grilled vegetable patty, topped with salsa and Jalapeno Monterey Jack cheese. $9.95
Impressions: It was a sandwich. It was there and it existed and it mattered. Not because I ate it. Not because someone made it. Not for any reason other than it existed.
What made it? All of it. Every little piece of it mattered and made it what it was: Good Enough.