I lucked out.
When I was 19 years old getting ready to complete my freshman year of college in Chicago, I stumbled upon a girl. She and I had one class together for one semester. We weren't really friends, but she seemed nice/normal. We decided to be roommates our sophomore year and from that moment forward have been remarkable friends ever since.
We've never lived in the same city or state. Yet, even with the distance, we've seen each other through shitty first jobs, even shittier first romances, weddings, births, deaths, wounds so deep that only a dear friend can console, and lately, the ups and downs of bringing up a family.
And the theme of her pep talks to me are always...Kelly, you are enough. The house you live in, the car you drive, the things you say or don't say to the ones you love, the number on the scale, the amount in the bank account, the goals, the dreams, the failed attempts....Kelly, you are enough.
And, I say to her, "Are you sure?" And she assures me that every day, all day long, right here and right now, I am enough. And after we get off the phone, for a while, I believe her.
The greatest tragedy in life is to assume that we're less than. It is debilitating and serves no purpose. God doesn't make junk. There will never be another you or another me. We have been given this life to live and to love. It's really that simple and from the moment that we were born, we were always enough. Believe it.
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