I’ve never been enough.
Not enough artist.
Not enough daughter to my outstanding Daddy.
Not enough sibling to my large group of sibs.
Not enough wife.
Not enough Mother.
Not enough pet mom.
Not enough my anything.
I am enough.
I AM enough.
They won’t tell me how to be.
I am enough.
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness. Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.
Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be. And whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace in your soul. With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.
Desiderata
My family always made me feel that way too. It took a while to realize they were putting their own emptiness off on me. We live by very different rules, and I wouldn’t be them for anything.
As for the person they want me to be? I wouldn’t give her the time of day.
The only way to free yourself from dysfunction is to decide for yourself what kind of person you want to be; then be that, regardless of other people’s behavior.
the wee hours are always the worst.
More than enough, You’re Just Right
You tell 'em!
(Where ‘them’ possibly includes ‘yourself’…)
I’m often a bit much.
Thomas Jefferson, while President, would break down and cry because he wasn’t the man his father was.
We all take ourselves too seriously.
Enough already!
I’m not enough, so don’t forget it
It’s just a silly thing I’m go…
NM
I’m not enough, but I’m all you’re gonna get!
The world makes you think you aren’t enough. It seems to be designed that way. The people who write superhero stories aren’t superheros, they’re nerds just like us. Write your own superhero story about a gramma living in arkansas.
Super-ballerina-princess-girl!!!
You are indeed, @kayaker
I have this little person in my head that constantly pokes me and makes me think bad things. I’m usually able to ignore her prodding. Of late I’m less strong. But I’m pushing back now
My parents grew up during the Great Depression. They had to work hard all their lives. I’m doing things that they would have been considered miraculous back in their day, and working considerably less. For over a year, I’ve been sitting in my lounge chair for a living. Thanks to technology, I’m skating through life with the littlest effort possible. I’m enough for something.
I’m not going to write what I was going to write. It wasn’t enough.
“Her” prodding? Since when do I speak in a feminine voice ?
The pieces of yourself that you have shared with us here at SDMB have been more than enough for me to know that I love you dearly.
I’m not the only one here who feels that way!
~VOW
Oh @VOW. And I love you guys as well.
Y’all my second family.
I’m disgusted with my first family.
Can I move in with you?
Awesome. I’m there