I will be 62 later this month. I’ve given up ever knowing what I will be when I grow up because I’ve become convinced “growing up” isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. As somewhat of an idealist, I’ve always been looking for ways to better the situation, whether that be my job, my geography, my relationships or my freedoms. Even when things are about perfect, I still try to improve them just a little bit. I’m guessing you may suffer from the same malady.

You don’t have to have the perfect job. You don’t have to solve the world’s problems. You don’t have to have everything. Whatever it is, whatever you have within yourself, consider it enough, and that the Universe behind, above and below you will do the rest.

Wherever you live is enough; it’s got plenty of space and windows. The goods stored in your larder are all you need. The location where you live will give you what is necessary. Your daily work will provide avenues not dreamt of.

Notice how different it feels in your body and your head to have enough. Try it. Say to yourself, “It’s enough. What I have is what I need.”

Keep writing. And I will keep reading.

Namaste.