My husband and I put our house on the market this summer. We fixed little glitches and repainted the baseboards and window sills and cleaned the ever-loving f*ck out of the place.
“It looks so great!” we congratulated one another.
“Let’s always live like this!”
Ah, those beautiful lies that we tell ourselves
Six months (and a new baby) later, our house resembles that pristine MLS listing only if I squint. The house is no longer on the market and, as such, the bathroom mirror gets cleaned in the morning before the school run. A load of laundry is chucked into the dryer as we fly out the door. Breakfast dishes are done around lunch time.
My house is never perfect. (With the exception of those crazy-making days of my late pregnancy when I ran around saying, “If you’re going to take that out, be sure to put it right back in the exact spot that you found it.”)
I could say the same thing of my body – I’d love to work out more and have lost more baby weight. I’d love it if my body practiced yoga the way it did eighteen months ago. I wish I was as flexible and as strong as I was when I was teaching a dozen classes a week.
I’m in the midst of a 10 Day Challenge on Instagram, offered by the lovely Vienda called #10DaysofFree. Today’s challenge was to come up with three words for freedom. I spent a good amount of time trying to think of words for freedom, but all I could come up with were words for perfection. (I’ll be free when my house is perfect. I’ll be free if I just work out more, etc. etc. etc.)
Let me tell you this – perfection is the archenemy of freedom
So I decided to take it back to the basics with this handy-dandy affirmation
So there you have it. In that one little phrase. The secret to being enough is this:
You already are enough
With your messy hair and your ten extra pounds and your roadkill-looking Pigeon pose. With your freckles and your taste in music and your reckless past.
Your house, your body, your practice. They’re enough. Perfect in their imperfection.
Perfection is limiting. Enough is freeing.
From a place of enough, we can grow into more. Not into perfection, but into our dreams (which we must certainly have realized by now will be beautiful in their imperfection also). This does not excuse us from taking responsibility or moving forward. It does, however, allow us to move forward from a place of fulfillment, rather than from lack.
We’ve talked a lot this week about going easy on those around us, but it’s almost impossible to be soft on others if we’re being hard on ourselves.
With that in mind, I think we should say it together. Just to start the day off with this knowing.
In all that I have and all that I am:
I. Am. Enough.
Just as I am.