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I am enough because I have a good heart.

I am enough because I try to make thoughtful decisions.

I am enough because I’m doing good work.

I am enough because I try to make others laugh and smile.

I am enough because I am tolerant and patient.

I am enough because I value my relationships.

And I am beautiful enough just as I am.

I am brave enough, even though I don’t slay dragons or do get super anxious at the smallest things.

I am funny enough, even if I don’t make everyone laugh.

I am a good enough writer, even if I don’t publish books or get tons of hits on my blogs.

I am smart enough, even though I definitely don’t have all the answers.

I am neat enough, even though some days I leave dishes in the sink overnight and don’t do laundry for a lot longer than that.

I am “fit” enough, even though I don’t exercise five times a week.

I am muscular enough.

I am strong enough, even though I can’t lift heavy weights or sit through a sentimental movie without tearing up.

My body is enough, as it is.

And I am enough. As I am. Plain and simple.

This post was written for this month’s Self-Discovery, Word by Word series, hosted by Miss Mary Max, who picked the word “enough.” (Here’s how to participate.)  

There’s nothing wrong with setting high expectations but so often we criticize ourselves and hurl stones at our supposed flaws and shortcomings. Yes, we can always work harder, and aim higher. But that doesn’t mean we’re not enough right now before we accomplish all our aspirations.

And don’t get me wrong, writing so many good things about myself doesn’t come naturally to me or without an automatic, “umm, I hope that doesn’t sound cocky,” or “Yea, but I could do this better.”

For so long I’ve been swimming (and essentially drowning) in the belief that I’m not good enough, smart enough, pretty enough, athletic enough, brave enough or cool enough. I’ve let it prevent me from trying new things that I just knew I wasn’t good at. (Obviously, I didn’t.) I’ve let this thinking direct my life.

But you know what? I’m done. I’m done because at the core, at the deepest part of me, I’m still enough, messiness, warts and all.

And so are you.

If you’re up for it, try writing your own list of “I am enough…” And keep it somewhere handy!