On Being Enough

Some days doubt settles in the bones, a shadow gathering weight beneath the skin, whispering uncertainty through each heartbeat. Worth begins to feel fragile, something easily misplaced or overlooked. Questions rise softly from inside, wondering whether love belongs only to others, whether the self you inhabit is somehow lacking.

Yet your worth is no more transient than the pulse moving steadily through your veins. It lives inherently within you, certain as breath, integral as bone. It remains unaltered by shifting emotions or circumstance. Your value is a rhythm woven deeply into your being.

Being enough has never required perfection. It is embedded in the persistence of living honestly, without apology. Your humanity carries its own dignity, a strength composed of tenderness and grace, steady beneath struggle and solitude. You do not earn this dignity or defend it; you inhabit it, quietly and completely.

You belong fully to yourself, without explanation. Your vulnerabilities do not diminish you. They deepen you, marking you as vividly human, a testament to resilience, beauty, and the courage of remaining present within the complexity of living.

You are enough because your life continues onward, bearing witness to a truth independent of external validation. Lovable simply because you are here, still choosing to breathe, to hope, to begin again.

What the Apples Know

In the orchard, apples ripen patiently,
their skins deepening slowly into amber,
sunlit vessels holding sweetness close.
Branches bow calmly beneath measured weight,
accepting what grows without resistance.
Each fruit perfected by quiet attention,
never hurried or diminished by waiting.
The apples know that you, too,
are sufficient in your own season,
your worth not borrowed,
sweetness emerging gently from within,
completeness shaped by time alone.