ENOUGH

Have you heard that before?

The real question is, have you felt it?

Maybe a vacation-version of enough has left a trace.

A fleeting moment in the warm ocean,

slightly buzzed and genuinely relaxed.

That certainly feels like enough.

I could stay in that fantasy for a good long time.

But where does that go when the buzz

has worn off and the flight home is waiting?

Poof.

It goes back to this unachievable ideal

we etch into coffee mugs and on the

cover of blank journals and

a feeling we pine away for

between moments of rest.

Enough. Enough.

Just as I am.

Right where I stand.

Sober as a stone.

Standing in a hurricane.

Leaning into a cold wind.

It has to work in these scenarios, too.

It has to be a transcending idea, come what may.

Enough. Enough.

Stay there. Lean in.

Until it’s the most authentic and real thing you know.