Some days I just don’t feel enough.
I’m not a good enough mother. I’m not a good enough friend. I’m not pretty enough, or funny enough, or smart enough. I’m not enough.
I’m tired of being the one to hold on. I’m tired of feeling like I have to be more than I am to hold the interest of others. I don’t want to feel like I need to work twice as many hours as I should to prove that I work hard enough. I don’t want to feel like I need to be constantly smiling in order to be happy enough that my friends want to spend time with me. I don’t want to feel like I need to bend over backwards and strive for perfection to be enough to love.
A few years ago if I were to bump into myself on the street, I wouldn’t want to stop and chat. I wouldn’t want to be my friend. So why would I expect other people to want to spend time with me?
But in the last couple of years I’ve grown so much. I do like myself. I would want to be my friend. I unabashedly laugh at my own jokes. I go to work with messy ponytails and no makeup more than I’d like to admit. I go for the last cookie without a second thought. But still I don’t feel enough.
There’s always this nagging feeling that I’ll be found out. That my favourite people in the world will find out that I’m a fraud. That I’m not enough. That they want more. That they want better. And so I find I am constantly trying to prove myself, even though no one is asking me to prove anything.
I just don’t want you to work to love me. I want you to love me because deep down in your soul, you just do. I want you to be crazy about me, to pray that you never have to live without me. I want to wake up every morning secure in that love. I don’t want to question it.
Because if I have to question it…is it even there? Is it real? Is it enough? Am I enough?
Great post 😃
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