When Will I Know It’s Enough?

On finding presence in the middle of the wondering

Some days, I feel it—
the deep exhale,
the quiet knowing,
the sense that there’s nowhere else to be but here.

On those days, I know it’s all unfolding.
I feel aligned, at peace—
as if the next stage, whatever it looks like, doesn’t matter.

And then there are the other days.
The ones where I catch myself wondering:
When will it happen?
When will I finally know that what I’m doing is enough?

For a long time, I think I imagined that at a certain point—when the effort looked bigger, shinier, more celebrated—there would be a shift.
A moment where I could finally arrive.
Finally relax.

But the truth is, even if all of that came, there would still be this back-and-forth:
the clarity and trust,
the doubt and wondering,
the deep knowing,
the forgetting.

I see now that “enough” isn’t a finish line.
It’s not a number or a milestone.
It’s a presence I touch in those magical moments of alignment—
the times I remember that life is already unfolding,
that I’m already in the middle of it,
that nothing is missing.

The doubt will return.
The wondering will visit.
And yet, enoughness is always here too,
waiting quietly for me to notice it again.

Maybe it’s not about When will I know it’s enough?
Maybe it’s about How can I remind myself that it already is enough—
even on the days my mind can’t see it?

Thank you for reading 🫶

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💭 What are your thoughts?

When do you most feel a sense of “enoughness” in your life?

What helps you return to that place when doubt or striving takes over?

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