Nonetheless U R Enough

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Nonetheless U R Enough

Despite the possibility of even our own selves not believing it, we are enough.

We are enough.

Despite the possibility of even you not believing it, you are enough.

You are enough, just as you are.

Despite the possibility of even me not believing it, I am enough.

I am enough.

I’m not saying that we do enough or that we have enough.

I’m saying that we are enough.

At our core, we are enough.

Even if you doubt it or don’t believe it, we are enough.

Let that sink in for a moment.

When we feel as if we are not enough, we face the tyranny of striving for perfection. This increases our stress.

When we feel we are enough, we can find more satisfaction in the present moment.

When we feel we are enough, we are calmer and thereby able to make more rational, healthy, detached decisions.

When we feel we are enough, we don’t need other people to fill us.

Look at the clock, right now, and sit for a minute, feeling enough.

Good job.

(And, if you want, set an alarm for the same time every day this week to do the same.)

You are enough.

Yes, you are.

Of course you are.

If you would like to explore this topic more:

  • archive of ROTB articles and videos
  • Rabbi Brian’s Highly Unorthodox Gospel
  • Saturday services

Refractory Anxiety

I am supposed to arrive at the wedding rehearsal at 4 p.m. I planned on arriving 15–20 minutes early. Because I don’t like being late. However, I took a wrong turn. At the intersection of the I-5 South and the I-405 South, I went the wrong way. Now, I’ll have to turn around in a mile and a half and

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No words. No words.

To offset our discomfort about our upcoming visit to the Terezín (in German: Theresienstadt) concentration camp/ghetto, Emmett and I fall into making dark jokes. Gallows humor. “Do you think they still give free tattoos upon arrival?” “Want to wear matching pajamas for our tour?” Dark, ugly jokes.  Because reality is just too overwhelming. The feelings are too overwhelming. So we

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Has anyone seen my keys?!

Jane and the kids misplace keys. Not me. I don’t. I always return my key to the keyrack. That’s where they go. When the key isn’t on the hook, which happens from time to time, I find it on some surface in the house. Usually, the kitchen table. Then, without fanfare, I pick it up, hang it up, and restrain

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77% Weekly Newsletter
77% Weekly Newsletter