Most of you know a good chunk of what I do here at Stratejoy is coach lovely ladies like yourself. It’s an immensely rewarding part of my business. I am continually stretched, inspired, and in awe of the women I talk to on a weekly basis. I learn so much from my clients- probably just as much as they learn from me!
Which brings me to this: Part of this authentic joy we talk so much about seems to start with truly believing and owning the fact that “I am enough”. It wasn’t something I thought too much about at the beginning of Stratejoy. I thought that our current situation, the current status of our life, was a base level to start with, to improve upon.
Self love? Self worth? I would get there eventually…
My seeking brain loved to remind me– Of course I’m not enough! I haven’t build an empire! I haven’t made all of my dreams come true! I’m don’t eat all organic! I should shave my legs more often! Tell my friends I love them! Stop watching hulu.com! My financial situation is definitely not enough! And on and on….
Well, I’m allowed to change my mind. Finding new truths is part of this amazing self-realization journey we’re all on together.
So… I am now firmly on the “I am enough” bandwagon.
Does that seem at odds with a personal development site dedicated to “conquering a crisis” or “gaining clarity for ridiculously awesome forward movement”? I think not.
Before any conquering or forward movement, we must start from a strong, loving, secure base of self worth. If we don’t believe we are deserving of a big bold bright existence, it will never happen. And what I’m finding and exploring more and more is that this self love, this ability to believe we are deserving, boils down to the ability to declare “I am enough”.
Try it. Say it out loud. I am enough.
What comes up? Do you feel like you’re faking it? Do you immediately start adding buts, or sometimes, or ifs?
Part of the time I still can’t say it. I have a long laundry list of things about myself I’d like to be “better”. I’d like to call my parents more regularly. I’d like to conquer my fear of failure. I’d like to practice yoga everyday. I’d like to be on of those girls who can sport dreads, ripped jeans, a nosering and look unbelievably hot. I’d like to stop feeling slightly nauseous when I look at my bank account. I’d like to volunteer more often. I’d like to always have a clean home, sexy underwear in the drawer, and an art project underway.
So much pushing. So many mores. When I think of that list, it’s hard for me to get behind the “I am enough” statement. But the days I can’t believe it? Those are the rough days. Those are the days when a hate email makes me break down into tears. (Yes, I get them.) Those are the days I can’t shake off the fog. Those are the days I start doubting my path.
You’d think I’d have learned by now, eh? Because the days I can say “I am enough, just as I am, right this very moment, with all my quirks and foibles, in all my ridiculous glory”?
Those are the days that rock.
I am enough. My name is Molly and I am enough.
I shall now launch into my enoughness manifesto. Not to brag or dance a little narcissistic dance in the mirror, but to inspire YOU to write your own.
I AM ENOUGH.
I am full of sparkle and compassion. I genuinely want to make the world a better place. I love hard. I practice kindness. I’m not afraid of the truth. I am loyal, adventurous, supportive, and surprising. I am a woman. I am enough. I make mistakes, but I own them and learn from them. Sometimes I make a bunch of mistakes.
I am enough. I am open, juicy, artistic, full blast. I am also vain, emotional, demanding, and looking for answers. I am a woman who is open to mysteries, accepting of miracles. I am diving in, devouring, loving, protecting, peeling back the surface of petty desires to the hunger for connection, for belief, for truth.
I am less concerned with doing things correctly than I once was and more concerned with dancing, drumming, swimming naked.
I accept that a sense of wonder is something to cultivate. I accept that I sometimes self medicate with alcohol, with filling my life full of busyness, with going into self imposed isolation. I accept that I crave financial abundance, a freedom to do what I want, when I want it. I am still enough.
I am a lover of ripe mangoes, stars in the midnight sky, stories around the campfire, the smell of rich coffee, laughing until I can’t breathe, having someone reach for my hand. I am a lover, a sister, a storyteller, a daughter, a mentor, and a student.
I am enough.
And I know in my deepest heart– You are enough too.