The joy of enough

What is enough for me? Enough to fill me up, to feel love and connection. Enough to feel alive and authentic? 

“Enough” lands so gently and tenderly this morning. I don’t have to force myself to do less of anything. I don’t have to eat less, consume less, fly less to support the planet. I can trust that doing what’s enough for me, will honor everyone and everything around me also. When I eat enough, consume enough, fly enough, it will be an amount that’s not too much for the earth to handle. I believe that deeply.

Looking at it from the other side, it has the same effect of warm relief and tenderness too. I can work enough. Rest enough. Dream enough. Feel enough. The gentle humility that springs forth from that is not one I have to force. It’s a joy and a relief to do just what’s enough. Then, as a result, I am enough. Because my actions were enough. Because everything I do is always enough of it. So I can rest assured that I am too, just that, enough. Enough to be worthy of love, connection, aliveness. 

Enough is always enough, no matter the amount. What a joy.