That little voice shows up at the most inopportune moments. For example, when I’m making lunch and accidentally drop a glass mug full of orange juice onto my foot. In that moment I am reminded: I am not perfect, far from it. I am clumsy, distracted, not present. I am some version of not enough, and let’s be real, I will not be enoug…
You are not enough
And maybe that's a good thing
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