Returning to the Place of Enoughness

 

Affirmation: “Enoughness lives in me, and I rise from it daily.”

I really thought I had this “enoughness” thing figured out. I believed I had done the work — the deep, uncomfortable, liberating work — to recognize my own innate worth. The kind of worth that doesn’t wobble when someone questions you, or when life throws its curveballs, or when the world tries to convince you that you need to be more, do more, shrink more, fix more.

I thought I had reached the place where no one could tell me I wasn’t enough — not even me.

But life, in its fierce and tender love, has a way of circling back with reminders. It whispers. Then it nudges. Then it taps you on the shoulder. And if you still don’t pay attention, it raises its voice. Not to punish, but to guide. Life will do whatever it takes to get our attention. The question is whether we’re willing to listen.

Recently, I realized I had slipped — quietly, subtly — back into old patterns of “not enoughness.” It didn’t happen in one dramatic moment. It happened in the small ways.

The tiny comparisons. The silent judgments. The moments of shrinking. The times I let someone else’s energy pull me out of alignment. The world is loud with messages that chip away at our sense of self:

Get smaller. Fix this. Change that. Compete. Prove. Perform.

And if you’re not careful, those messages seep in. They settle. They start to feel normal.

That’s when self-awareness becomes not just a tool, but a lifeline. Not the kind that shames or guilts you, but the kind that gently says, “Hey… you’re drifting. Come home to yourself.”

Because enoughness isn’t a destination you reach once and for all. It’s a practice. A remembering. A returning.

It’s the daily self-talk that grounds you.

The self-love that nourishes you.

The self-awareness that keeps you honest with yourself.

The boundaries that protect your peace.

The courage to notice when you’re slipping — and to choose differently.

We live in a world that profits from our insecurities. So choosing enoughness is an act of rebellion. Choosing to love yourself as you are is a revolution. Choosing to step out of comparison and competition is liberation.

And every time we forget — because we will forget — we get another chance to remember.

So today, I’m choosing to return to that place of enoughness. Not because I’ve mastered it, but because I’m committed to it. Because I deserve it. Because we all do.

And maybe that’s the real work:

Not striving to be enough, but remembering that we already are.

Peace and Blessings