Growing up, my parents always made sure I had just enough to get by on. sure I didn’t live a life of excess. Somewhere along the way, I lost sight of the value and meaning of having enough. I became greedy and obsessed with filling my life with things. After amassing so many possessions, I realized that I felt stifled and didn't value the items. But, I don’t have to be enslaved by my possessions. I own my stuff, it doesn’t own me. So, I’m taking stock of what enough means to me and finding ways to enhance it.
A dear friend shared this quote and it resonated with me. The last year or so has been rocky. Right now, my future doesn't seem to be any smoother. When faced with uncertainty, I am usually negative, anxious and obsessive about fixing things. If you don’t know, being pessimistic and anxious is both depressing and freaking exhausting. I think there’s a way to find balance and Kerouac is onto the formula. I’m pretty fed up being unhappy, I'm choosing to invite more unconditional love into my life. 