Will There Be Enough Room?

I don't exactly know when it started. I would imagine it was when I was small because I don't remember a time when it wasn't a thought. At the age of 41, I still struggle with it--this whole business of being enough. Smart enough. Strong enough. Funny enough. Skinny enough. Productive enough. Just enough. I don't think I'm probably alone in this line of thinking. It seems like it plagues us and follows us around at inopportune moments. Moments li ...