A busy month… or so [evidenced by letting my self-imposed June blog post deadline slide] and at times harried headspace has had me contemplating how much is enough… amidst short winter days, abetted by commonplace accoutrements of day-to-day life, revolving household routines, diary full of reminders and moveable post-its, and to do list that functions akin to a never-ending pack of Tim Tams… cross off a task and another appears in its place.
i.e. You Are Enough.
A chalkboard counter to niggling judgments dogging my peace of mind.
Am I doing enough? Am I doing enough for others? Am I doing enough for family? Am I doing enough for friends? Am I doing enough for community? Am I doing enough for the planet? Am I doing enough for myself? Is the life we’ve planned enough? Is the life we’ve created enough? Am I aware enough? Am I there enough? Am I fair enough? Do I share enough? Do I care enough?
Comfort in understanding more may be possible but enough is apposite; ringfenced by well-intentioned boundaries in theory if not always practicable in practice.
“If you live your life to please everyone else, you will continue to feel frustrated and powerless. This is because what others want may not be good for you. You are not being mean when you say NO to unreasonable demands or when you express your ideas, feelings, and opinions, even if they differ from those of others.”
―Beverly Engel, The Nice Girl Syndrome
A look through my camera roll reminds me what enough looks like.
Even if it doesn’t go as far as the City of Hope at Coffs Harbour, doing what you can to live resiliently is enough.
With the beautiful Nambucca Valley as our backyard, loving living locally is enough.
When further afield isn’t feasible, a short trip to Tea Gardens/Hawks Nest to share a mid-winter getaway, a favourite holiday spot, and food with family is enough.
When your hands are a bit arthriticky, simple home grown made small batch food is enough.
When your back is a bit dodgy, simple small scale gardening is enough.
“The longer I live, the more I read, the more patiently I think, and the more anxiously I inquire, the less I seem to know…Do justly. Love mercy. Walk humbly. This is enough.”
―John Adams, The Letters of John and Abigail Adams