A few weeks ago, it happened. A terrible, no good, very bad thought crept inside my head.
This new place? This perfect place? This promised land place we JUST moved into?
It’s not big enough. This place, this perfect place, it’s just not enough.
This is the story of my life, I guess. The story of not enough.
It turns out that there is no enough - no safe enough, or free enough, or clean enough or big enough for me. There’s just not enough of anything, really, to keep me happy.
And so I move, I adjust, I fight, I pray, I beg for more…for enough, finally…to be content, with life.
I think moving to a new address will be enough. Moving to a new title will be enough. Taking on a new job or friendship or accomplishment will be enough.
But no matter what I try, I can’t find the address I’m looking for.
And I know I’m not the only one. Because this is the question we all ask, at some point or another. What address, what home, what foundation will be enough so I can finally just go on living?Read More