I love my 1997 Toyota Land Cruiser. It has brown duct tape on the steering wheel. It has zero technology other than an after-market CD player. Remember those? The leather on the front seats is brittle from sea water and soggy bike, board, and run shorts. It has over 200K miles on it, but with a new-ish engine, new-ish paint, it's "enough." Even before I pimped my ride, it was enough. It feels like me. There's nothing else I'd rather drive through life in.
How do we feel "enough" as a whole?
I can tell you feeling enough isn't achieved by reaching some bar set. Being enough doesn't come with the next pay raise or promotion. Feeling enough doesn't come with the next compliment–isn't fleeting or ever-changing.
Being enough is a confident, content, emotional space of psychological safety with the self–who you are, where you are, what you have to offer the world, as you are. In this sense, it's somewhat like happiness. We don't need to aspire to or achieve something more to be happy, to be enough, contrary to popular belief. That doesn't mean opting for complacency and not progressing ourselves–it simply means that where we are RIGHT NOW... is enough. We're always enough.
Think about that. It's somewhat hard to grasp because it's in direct conflict with what society tells us is enough–to progress, progress, progress, and if you don't, shame on you, you $%^&@# failure. "How often is society right" was a question posed to me a couple of weeks ago, and I agree. Question societal norms and its "shoulds" and "have-to's." We can start feeling enough by not letting society should all over us.
Imagine how we could amplify our connections with those we love, those we work with, and most importantly, towards ourselves when we approach the world with the belief that we, as we are, are enough. And that whatever it is we're about to accomplish, or win, or achieve is done so with the feeling of want to, not some survivalist need to or have to...or else. Perhaps that, alone, would be enough.
Enough is flexible–tough enough, good enough, smart enough, capable enough. Enough for our measure, not someone else's measure of enoughness for us. (Pretty sure that's not a word but I feel smart enough to use it, anyway.)
No matter where we are in our careers, in our relationships, in this world, we're enough. Regardless of cards dealt, bad luck, bad decisions, we're enough. We're human. And as a human, enough, is in fact, enough.