Just enough...

I've never been one for making New Year resolutions... in fact, I'm not big on celebrating the change to a new year, at all. I had a bad experience with ringing in the New Year at a neighbourhood party as a child and it's always just kind of stuck with me and filled me with angst toward the fun that most people I know plan for and look forward to all year long. Parties are just not my thing and up until now, resolutions have been something I just didn't feel the need to bother with, I suppose in almost a completion of my personal New Year celebrating boycott. But this past one has been a very different and difficult year for me and I actually find myself truly wanting to make the upcoming year a better one.

Just enough.

That's all I need. That's all I want.

Just enough nourishment to keep my mind and my body working well and strong.
Just enough words that will lift my heart and keep me looking forward with a smile.
Just enough brave to un-clip my own wings.
Just enough fear that there is still room for wonder.
Just enough confidence to overcome hurt.
Just enough expectation to offer my own promise.
Just enough space to feel protected and content.
Just enough patience to accept the time my body still needs to heal.
Just enough hankering that wasteful wants won't overshadow my honest needs.

Just enough.