I am enough. I have enough. I do enough.

I am doing enough. I have done enough. I did enough. I gave enough. I tried hard enough.

This is enough for me. You are enough. To be here is enough.  It is enough just to be alive.

Love is enough. There is enough love. There is enough to go around. There’s enough for everyone.  There’s already enough. We have enough to give freely.

Enough said.  Enough already.  I’ve had enough.  We’ve had enough of this.  Enough of that.  Enough!

That’s enough. That’s good enough. Relax now; you’ve done enough. You are enough.

*Today’s post is a little unusual, a poem of sorts. This piece was born of a middle-of-the-night contemplation of abundance and sufficiency at the beginning of a season characterized by excess: more things, more commitments, more food. My mind settled on the word enough and its many uses. It’s an understated but powerful word, signaling, paradoxically, both acceptance and an unwillingness to accept any longer. It settles peacefully into contentment, or it draws a line in the sand. Perhaps it does both at the same time. “Enough of all that; I have enough already.”

(It’s also just a beautifully strange word when you look at it and say it over and over again.)