She told me that the psychological panic a 2 year old has over having to use the “wrong” sippy cup is equal to the panic I would feel if I couldn’t pay the mortgage. The scope of the problem within the capacity of our individual worlds is proportionately the same, though a clear-headed intellectual comparison of the two would not even have them in the same room.
Just so, each phase of my life opens up before me with a wide-eyed, holy-cow-I-will-never-be-enough-for-this panic. I double down. I push forward, head down, refusing to be defeated, refusing to give up. And slowly in my mental insistence it becomes obvious and true. I am not enough. I cannot.
The survival of growing pains that each season in life has brought me inevitably happens only when my hands drop down, my shoulders relax and I lean into greater resource then what I have. Like a branch sucking up the juice from the vine, there is one who is more, even when I am not. And so then I too become, enough.
Today I join the Five Minute Friday crew in a virtual “writing lab” of sorts. Each week a single topic is presented and we write for five minutes straight. Simply that. This is today’s entry.
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