Day 2

That It’s Enough 

I have done what I can 

But it’s never enough 

For others 

But not for me

I treat myself 

Without empathy 

I don’t know why   

Is it learned? 

Is it nature? 

Or just self deprecating?

I’m never enough for me 

Accepting my imperfections 

Makes me feel 

Weak Lazy Unproductive 

But the imperfections make me real   

Instead of brooding 

I need to keep going  

And try to make myself realize 

That it’s enough   

That I’m enough

Intentional Observations: feelings of inadequacy, process of typing deleting and retyping, ultimately trying to reassure myself