I have enough. I am satisfied.
I have had enough. I can’t take any more.
What is enough? When is enough is enough?
How do you know?
Enough is a very personal. Enough for one might not be enough for another.
And another thing; what a ridiculous sounding word it is. Say it a few times and you might agree:
Enough. Enough. Enough. Enough. Eenuff…
It’s neither wonder our children find it hard to spell! Who came up with a rule to say that not only does a “ph” sound like an f but a “gh” does too?
Oh to be able to consistently and intuitively know when I have had enough to nurture and nourish yet know when enough is enough in order to set boundaries to protect myself; to be able to recognize within myself when to stop or when to start.
That’s heaven enough for me.
Whether it be hunger, tolerating noise from my children, having an argument, feeling the rays of sunshine on my skin, sipping a cocktail, hours spent working or asking my child repeatedly to do the same thing over and over, I have to know when I have had enough to stop and press pause in order to help bring about a change towards a preferred future.
I have not eaten enough.
I have had enough.
I have argued enough.
I have had enough sun.
I have drunk enough.
I have worked enough.
I have said it enough.
That’s surely enough. But what is it?
To intuitively know when to eat a bit more, respectfully ask my children to lower the noise, step back from the argument, seek shade, step away from my keyboard, keep my voice calm.
Enough is far more than just a little word. It is my personal radar system or compass, if (there’s another little word with a massive potential impact…), I let it. It has the potential to direct my every move. It sweeps and scans all day long, guiding me through life. It is at my very core.
When I believe, trust, listen to and honor my “enough”, never doubt it and recognize the power that this strange little word holds towards helping me lead a life grounded by it, my life is more peaceful, calm, conscious, mindful and less needy and greedy.
Who would have thought that there was so much potential influence behind one little, strangely spelled and pronounciated word.
I believe I have enough.