Enough

You get up every morning wondering if you do enough. 

You wonder if you are a good enough mom. 
Good enough wife. 
Good enough friend.

You wonder if you do enough for your family. 
Do enough for others. 
Do enough for yourself. 

You wonder if you work enough.
Learn enough. 
Teach enough. 

You wonder if there is enough love in your life. 
Enough joy in your life. 
Enough hope in your live.

Slow down. Take a deep breath. Be still. 

You do enough. You are enough.  You will be enough. 




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