Do we ever feel like we get enough
- belief in our self-worth,
- good weather,
- whatever it is we hope for,
- time with others,
- time to ourselves,
- love, or (these days)
- coconut products?
Speaking for myself, when a need of mine gets met — whatever it is — I, very quickly, can be wishing for more. Which makes me wonder:
What is enough?
I’m afraid I don’t know the answer to that question.
My son has pointed out that I can get cranky when somebody asks me a question I can’t answer. I sometimes respond:
with an annoyed tone and expression.
I wonder why not knowing the answer to a question bothers me? I certainly don’t expect other people to know everything. Indeed, I like to pose questions I don’t expect other people to easily answer, like
What is enough?
because I believe that’s helpful.
Maybe my negative reaction to not knowing the answer to a question means that I can’t get enough … what? Credibility? Trust in my ability to know enough?
I can’t figure this all out, this morning.
Before I end this post, I’m wondering if I’ve given my readers enough. Specifically, I wonder if I’ve shown you enough visuals, for some previous posts.
Just in case you need more, here are some photos I took yesterday:
for the dozens of posts I’ve written during springtime (although I don’t think there’s enough focus in that photo);
for all the posts I’ve written about signs;
for yesterday’s post, Random thoughts about art;
for Day 493: Dogged Determination; and, finally, these two photos:
for all my particularly silly and/or sweet posts.
I hope that’s enough. Even if it’s not, I need to stop now.
Thanks to medindia.net (for the coconut water image), to all those with needs, to people who don’t have all the answers, and to you — of course! — for reading today.