I’m not sure this post is for you today, perhaps it’s more for me. However, I invite you to write your own with the same first and last line.
I am enough
I am a woman
I am a teacher
A partner, fiancée, lover and when the dirty laundry is on the floor – a hater
I am a mummy
My womb grew two beautiful souls
My heart has learnt to love and recover
I feel grief but it’s temporary and it passes
I am confident but I falter
I am healthy and I count my blessings
I am a friend
Somebodies neighbour, friend
I am grateful for all I have, good and bad. They teach me more about who I am, who I want to be and how I can be a better me.
I am a daughter, cousin, a niece.
I am Lucy and my name means light.
I love yoga, crystals, high heels and sunshine
I love beaches, watermelon, tea and peonies.
I love cold champagne, essential oils, books and crisps
I am loved.
I am appreciated and…
I’m always enough.
Sometimes the days pass and the years fly by, as an adult we lost who we are. The costumes we juggle from day to day consume us, my teacher cape engulfs me and my mother hat swallows me like a praying mantis. This list of ‘me’ is only a glimmer but I found writing it helped me to be grounded. Like you, I’m not one thing, I mean more to some than others. Having a senses of self allows me to appreciate all I have…pick up a pen and discover that you too are always enough.