The Sweet Spot of Good Enough
I am finally settling into a steady routine where the days feel like Goldilocks daily excursions. Some days are great while others are less than perfect.
I don’t thrive in chaos. I adapt to the uncertainty of it all.
In many ways, this life is too small while my ambitions are too big. Finding that sweet spot of “just right” feels like it takes a lifetime.
I don’t want balance. I want flow.
I don’t want wealth. I want ease.
I don’t want infatuation. I want a spiritual connection.
There’s what we want and what we strive for and in the process of finding my groove, I’ve rediscovered who I used to be but now with decades of baggage.
I am not espresso or a cold brew.
I am Bustelo with a decade-long sabbatical of pretending to be chai.
I am strong coffee on a Sunday morning after the adults come back from church and I’m waking up with an epic hangover.
I am cute mugs of caffeine to mask the realities of solitude because if I can be the workaholic perfectionist that I’ve always been, then perhaps this time around I won’t notice the profound sadness of still being alone.
Nothing will ever be just right and that’s a reality I need to start accepting as my truth.
The “just right” crossroads of healing and growth is the sacred sweet spot I aspire to experience.