I’ve spent most of my life
living in fear of my own inadequacies, chasing an elusive definition
of “enough”. Am I good enough as a wife, a mother,
a daughter, a friend, an employer, a businesswoman, a 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. For the next half, I’m looking inward, exploring
myself. With thread and through stitches, I search now for personal
and spiritual truths, generally finding that “enough”
is always with me so long as I keep chasing it.
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