Enough to Be a Beginning
What if I was never meant to be everything—only a beginning? A steppingstone. A place where roots go deep enough for something greater to grow.
Lately, I’ve been learning to see myself differently.
Not as the final destination—
but as a steppingstone.
And you know what?
It feels… sacred.
Because a steppingstone still matters.
It still carries weight.
It still moves something forward.
I don’t have to do everything.
I don’t have to prove everything.
I don’t have to become everything.
Who I am right now…
is pretty frickin’ awesome.
She is enough.
What she’s done…
is enough.
And where she stands…
is worthy—
in my eyes,
and in the eyes of those who came before her.
Shout out to my ancestors—
who did the damn thing in Africa,
who did the damn thing in Haiti,
who did the damn thing in the Bahamas,
and who brought their blessed selves to Florida
and did the damn thing there.
There’s no doubt—
they are proud of who I’ve become.
And I’ll proudly report…
I’m doing the damn thing in Georgia.
For them, that is enough.
Honestly…
I’d be proud of the mere existence of an offspring.
And for me—
that is enough.
As I step out of my twenties
and into my thirty, flirty, and thriving…
I’m letting go.
Completely letting go—of the bullshit.
My life is awesome.
I have enough.
I am enough.
I am connected to Spirit,
flowing through time.
The ones I teach,
and the ones after me—
they will reach their own kind of excellence.
Not because I did it all—
but because I made space.
I’m allowing myself to rest in that.
To stop chasing a moving target.
To stop believing that “more” is the only direction.
Just like a tree—
It’s okay to have enough.
It’s okay to stay.
It’s okay to be deeply rooted…
without chasing.