The list of things I am not capable of doing or interested in doing is exceedingly long. And because of that I am sometimes (often) tempted to think that I’m not doing enough with my life. After all (says the voice in my head), I am supposed to be saving the world (the whole world and all of the “problems” to be found here). And to the extent that I am not actively and diligently working on every aspect of “saving” the world, then I am not doing enough. Which is, of course, absolutely insane and completely un-do-able. But most of the time I don’t recognize it as such, because most of the time the voice in my head isn’t quite that blatant about the whole thing. Usually it sneaks in the side door as a vague sort of guilt and a subtle (but insistent) sense that I’m not measuring up. All of this has, at times, left me feeling ashamed and paralyzed. But the good news is that I am finally learning to recognize that the voice which whispers such things does not, in fact, speak the truth. It is an echo from long ago, when a young and wounded earlier version of myself was doing the best he could to fit in and be accepted. I can respond by whispering “thank you” and then invite it to go outside and play. I’m not in danger and am actually contributing to the world in important ways. I’m not doing everything, because, well, because no one can or should even try. It is only as all of us, each in our own ways, shares what we love, what lights us up, what calls us back to life, that the world will begin to shine with the light of a thousand million billion suns. Today I am choosing to remember – I am enough and just by being me I make a difference.