I think about that girl who started this blog a lot. She was 14 years old. What I think is that she had bright-red hair. What I know is that she was trying to figure out her sophomore year of high school. Even if she didn’t know what she wanted, she knew that what she had just wasn’t enough.
Fast forward 16 years. Thirty years old, doing and seeing things that 14-year-old redheaded punk couldn’t have concocted in even her wildest dreams.
Today I know that finding “enough” is whatever you want it to be, and that “enough” can change.
You can finish running a half marathon after months of dedicated training and think, “okay, this is enough.”
You can lay next to the man you believed was the love of your life and think, “okay, this is enough.”
You can be meandering around a rainy European city where your language is oft not spoken and think, “okay, this is enough.”
And then you can decide it’s not. You can sign up for another race, find yourself next to another man, hop on another plane to a far-off, English-less place.
That girl who started this blog would be astounded by the things I’ve seen, the things I’ve done. And I will forever pursue whatever that girl decides is her latest version of “enough.”
And I’ll do that right here, just as that girl always did.
Thanks for reading.

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