Soul of a Woman

Enough (adj) – occurring in such quantity, quality, or scope as to fully meet demands, needs, or expectations

Enough (adv) – in or to a degree or quantity that satisfies or that is sufficient or necessary for satisfaction

Enough (pronoun) – a sufficient number, amount, quantity.

Enough (Synonyms) – all, altogether, completely, entirely, exactly, heartily, perfectly, totally, utterly, wholly, dead.

You might be wondering why I chose to type the various definitions in usage of the word ‘enough’…well, it all means the same, no matter how it’s used or in its context. This brings us to the point of this blog.

When is what we have, own, eat, see, listen to, read, and tolerate enough? I would dare say I know when it is for me. When it replaces joy, happiness, and peace with worry, anxiety, and sleeplessness. Whatever it is that is causing these things in my life –

I say ENOUGH.

In the past months, I have observed well-intentioned people of all walks of life trying to decipher on Social Media the who, what, where, when, why and how of every ounce of angst and joy in the world. To that…

I say ENOUGH!

In the past few weeks, I have sat and listened to men and women of all walks of life share heartbreak that is so heavy to carry that they are on the brink of collapse. To that pain…

I say ENOUGH!

Over the past several weeks, I have experienced noise that has taken a seat in my psyche and caused havoc in my mind, body, and soul. To that …

I say ENOUGH!

I challenge you, as a reader of my blog, to sit still and consider what is stealing your joy, what is bringing you heartache, what is creating chaos, and where the blaring noise is coming from.

…Say ENOUGH…

Give yourself permission to be settled and still. Find rest in the summer days. Find quiet. Shut off social media. Go dark for a while. Find your center. Sit with yourself without doomscrolling and wishing you were in someone else’s snapshot.

That is the gift I am giving myself for the next couple of weeks. It’s okay.

Whatever was meant for you to know, you will. Wherever you were meant to be, you’ll get there. And whoever you were supposed to sit with will come.

Breathe, rest, and recover.
It’s what summer days are made for.

See you September.