Enough

I was asked what it felt like to be enough.  I’ve been thinking about this question for a week now and I honestly have never felt like I was enough.  I don’t know what is truly enough.  I’m not the best mother in the world even though I try to be.  I’m not the best wife even though I try.  I’m horrible at staying caught up with laundry, housework, and even the grocery shopping. I always feel like I should be more.

However, all that being said, I’ve tried imagining what it would feel like to think of myself that way….

Peaceful. Content. Happy.

Maybe I would feel more self-worth. Maybe I’d stop tearing myself down all the time.  Maybe I’d stop beating myself up over every little mistake.

It’s nice to dream about. No clue how I’ll get to that point.

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