For years when I was a little girl and twirling around and around fast and furiously with my arms outstretched, I remember my mom saying “Enough!” Then as I continued what was deemed to be an unruly behavior, she would sternly offer, “Enough is enough!” Unfortunately my mom and I did not share the same definition of the word enough. Mom really just didn’t like my ongoing twirling at all, feeling one twirl was enough. I wanted to twirl enough times so that when I stopped I would feel like the world was still spinning and taking me someplace special. Clearly, my mothers “enough” was not my “enough.”
Twirling till I was dizzy was just the beginning of a behavior that would both delight me and haunt me as I grew older. As an adult, always searching for another great pair of shoes, or another Santa for my collection, I never seemed to have enough. I remember far too often returning from grocery shopping and while putting away four large cans of crushed tomatoes I would discover I already had 5 large cans in the pantry. I could almost hear my mother say “Enough is enough.” When I was moving to a smaller condo a few years ago I knew I had to give away my 20 pairs of tennis sneakers, again, I heard my mother loud and clear, “Enough is enough”.
Once again, I have moved and downsized and rid myself of the clothes I did not wear, the basket full of flip-flops, and kept only one of the 18 brightly colored spatulas on my kitchen counter. This time I heard myself say,”enough is enough.” I supposed I always knew that happiness isn’t in the accumulated things, and that less is more, but somehow today I am more aware than every before of the beauty of “enough.” Having just enough of what I need is freeing. I have the absence of clutter, no more collections and 1 can of crushed tomatoes in my pantry. I feel blessed that I “have enough”.
High SUCCESSTROGEN women know the concept of enough well, they know where their happiness comes from, and they need not surround themselves with more than enough of any one thing. The lack of clutter becomes order, both physically and mentally.
So if I see you on the street and I am wishing you well, you will now hear me say, “I wish you enough” because that is truly what I want for everyone I care about, enough, no more, no less. I wish you enough so that you realize more quickly than I did, that enough is truly enough.