I’ve spent most of my life living in fear of my own inadequacies, chasing an elusive definition of “enough”. Am I a good enough wife, mother, daughter, friend, businesswoman or citizen? Have I done enough work, given enough service, pleased enough people? Have I acquired enough respect or money or knowledge? Do I have enough faith? During the first half of my life I tried to find these answers in how my daily actions were evaluated by others. I never seemed to measure up. Then I became an artist, looking inward, exploring myself. With thread and through stitches, I now search for personal and spiritual truths, generally finding that “enough” is always with me so long as I keep chasing it.
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