So many goals start from a place of inadequacy. I'll be thinner, more organized, more ambitious. I'll write that novel, keep a sparkling kitchen. I'll give up coffee, sodas, sweets, computer solitaire.
It's as if I believe I can be a new
person -- a vastly improved version of myself because the old one is not
I am enough as I am. And you are, too.
Whatever lists I make, I wake up in the morning the same person as when I
fell asleep on the couch watching old movies.
I have the same cluttered dining room table. I have my
half-cleaned kitchen. The same box o'makeup in the bath that I never wear because I don't
wake up early enough and I never remember to take it off at night. I
have the same unread books, the dusty piano I don't play as often as I
I have the same body. The same seemingly un-styleable hair. I have the same scar across my neck where they
took out my thyroid. The same emerging
wrinkles on my face. The same fears and failings.
All of this, and I am still enough. I don't need a self-improvement
program to make myself acceptable to the world. No reinvention needed.
Be gentle with yourselves. You are enough.