I don’t ever have enough:
time.
money.
control.
I don’t ever get enough:
sleep.
respect.
me-time.
I am never:
smart enough.
good enough.
worthy enough.
There is never enough.
I’ve learned to pay attention when concepts appear in rapid succession in my life. The notion of scarcity, or rather, the reality of the lack thereof, has surfaced in several areas for me recently. The premise is this: we are conditioned from an early age to buy into the concept of “not enough.” We internalize the idea from both the words and actions of our parents and other adults in our lives, and it becomes a self-perpetuating spiraling tornado, always threatening to destroy everything. Our culture has turned the concept of scarcity into a full-blown collection of stories and practices. But it’s not true.
There really is enough. I am really enough.
When provided with a false dichotomy, here—that there is either enough or not enough, it helps to question who benefits from having you choose (thanks, Brené Brown!). Who benefits from having me think I don’t have enough time? That I’m not good enough? It’s never me. It’s sometimes retailers, or supervisors, or even well-intentioned friends and family, but it’s never me.
What if I did an intentional and purposeful paradigm shift, and operated from the base that there is always enough of what I need and what I want? What if I own that I am inherently worthy of all the good things in my life? While I can’t be certain yet, I feel as though pivoting from a place of sufficiency instead of scarcity, will in turn, create quantifiable abundance. I can’t be certain, but I’m excited to try.
