Enough

Sometimes I find myself struggling with feelings of ‘not enough’. Not just the background hum of ‘am I enough?’, which I have worked hard to banish as much as is possible, but a feeling of there not being enough of what I need. I am hungry for life, and living, and connection, and love, and time.

Time. I am always so acutely aware that it is running out. The hardest part is wanting so much to make the most of every minute of it, but instead being forced to watch on helplessly as it ticks by, while I am rendered immobile.

It is easy to buy into the scarcity mindset. I find the antidote is finding as much joy as I can in the small moments that are possible, like – lying naked in the long grass and wildflowers growing under the kids climbing frame.

I am saying yes to what IS possible. Even if that makes the neighbours frown.