What Does ‘Enough’ Even Mean?
I never feel that I’m ‘enough’ of anything.
Not good ‘enough,’ not attractive ‘enough,’ not successful ‘enough,’ not ‘enough’ of anything.
Me and imposter syndrome have a long-standing appointment, it’s where I get a lot of my existential crises. (Because you can never have just one existential crisis, surely?)
But the thing is… does anyone know what ‘enough’ means?
Has anyone ever reached ‘enough’?
We’ve all ‘had enough’ of something, when we’re annoyed at it, or bored with it, or have eaten so much that we couldn’t take another bite — that’s the type of enough that we can reach easily, and don’t really want to reach at all.
But the contented side of ‘enough’ — enough success, enough wealth, enough security, enough love, enough self-acceptance… that’s a lot more difficult.
Will we know it when we see it, do you think?
Or will even that not be… well, enough?
Writing prompt from the relentless Ravyne Hawke:
‘Name and describe what is enough for you.’
(…I slightly broke said prompt, but we’ll ignore that!)