You Are Enough: Work & Home

Everything happens for a reason. 

Do you believe that? 

Most days I do, but somedays I don't. Some days I believe things happen because we're not paying attention, or we make a bad decision, or for no reason at all. Some days I believe that the only reason in this world is a lack of reason. Things happen just because they happen, and we sit over on the sidelines, crying, laughing, or curling up in the fetal position, trying desperately to connect the dots. 

I have no idea why we do that, but I know that's part of being human. It's easier for us to accept things when the dots connect nicely, and when they don't, well, you know what happens. 

Emotions. 

For me, telling myself that everything happens for a reason recharges the faith that I sometimes lose in people. It makes me feel like as long as I'm trying my best, it will always be enough. Maybe not enough to keep my profit margins in the green, perhaps not enough to hang on to a broken relationship, and perhaps not enough to share my side of the story—but enough to have peace. 

I've been a mother for twelve years, a wife for six, and an entrepreneur for just over five, and the one thing that I have learned is that when you do the best you can, you will find peace in your effort. 

In the book, Fix This Next for Healthcare Providers I just released, I share a vulnerable story of how I nearly lost my business to a pirate. I didn't necessarily want to share my biggest failure with the world, but the mere thought that it could help someone gave me the courage to put it down on the page. 

As a mother, I've made just as many mistakes as I have in business because, after all, I'm not perfect, and I'm learning as I go. I've said things in the heat of the moment out of anger that I instantly regretted. I've laid down for a nap when I was exhausted instead of taking my kids out to swing and catch lightning bugs. I know what a perfect mother should look like, and that's not me. But at the end of every day, I know that my intentions are good, I love my children, and that has to be enough. 

Relationships are hard, and sometimes I feel it's unfortunate that we rely so heavily on them to survive and be happy. Those who know me can attest that I'm not the "warm and fuzzy" in the relationship. I'm not the "Hi, honey, I"m home" kind of person. I'm not even the one who likes to hold hands or cuddle. I'm the one that sits back slightly from a distance and protects the ones I love. 

I'm the one who will tease you for how you eat or how you wear your pant legs, but that doesn't mean I don't have feelings. In fact, it's the opposite. I'm the one that will go to bat for you when you're not around 100% of the time. I will make sure you are happy, healthy, and never get bored. I am the one that likes to share love through experiences. It makes me feel proud when I can help the people in my life have things that they've never had. That's me in a relationship—not the perfect one, not the fuzzy one, but the undeniably determined one. I want to be enough. 

We all battle with feeling inadequate in some capacity of our lives, whether it be in our career or at home; we question why things happen to us, both good and bad. Both in opportunity and circumstance, we can't but wonder why and that's okay. I share this with you so that if you ever find yourself in a place like I do sometimes, wondering why things happen, and if it's for a reason, and what that reason is, you know that you're not alone and you're always enough. 

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