What is good enough? Is there such a thing?
Who is good enough? Is there such a person?
These are the questions I’ve been asking myself lately. I find myself forever trying to be “good enough,” whatever that means. Good enough for who? Good enough for what? No matter – I hear that little voice in the recesses of my mind, helpfully reminding me that whatever good enough is, I’m not it.
Not good enough. Gotta try harder. Gotta work longer, harder, faster, stronger. Don’t quit. Don’t stop. You’re not there yet. You haven’t made it to “good enough” yet.
Forgive me for my violent retching. Good enough. Bah! As it turns out, such a thing doesn’t exist. I can’t be good enough because good enough is never good enough.
And so I quit. I give up. This fight isn’t one worth fighting any more. There is no winning when I’m trying to be something that doesn’t exist. Instead, I choose to recognize what I do, what I can be, and what I am.
I work.
I try.
I give.
I stretch.
I hope.
I cry.
I feel.
I fear.
I love.
I am not the person I was 30 years ago. I look at my posts from three years ago and realize that I am not that person any more, either. I am not the person I was last year. I am not the person I was last month, or two weeks ago, or even yesterday. And I am not the person I’ll be tomorrow, or next month, or next year, or in 30 years. I change and I become something different with every experience, every heartache, every success, every struggle, every change.
But amidst all the change, there is one thing I know:
I am good.
And THAT is enough.
