I did an interview this week and the interviewer asked me a question I’ve been asked before and always trip over: “what is your ultimate goal?”

I assume he meant writing-wise, since that was the interview subject, but it wasn’t specifically stated and I had to put a hand over my mouth to keep from shouting random goals out into the universe, like financial independence, bigger boobs, a faster split pace when I run, a walk-in closet, children that listen to what I say the first time I say it, the secret to my best friend’s killer lemon bar recipe, or maybe a car from this decade.

Eventually though, after thinking for a second, I said what I’m pretty near certain is the truth: “if it was only ever this, just what I have right now and nothing more, then that would have been more than enough.”

Part of me still struggles to admit this truth though, because of course I have goals and dreams. Just recently I’ve been letting myself whittle away hours of insomnia lying in bed and planning a book launch party attended by the likes of my new bestie Oprah and Glennon where waiters serve from big trays of bacon wrapped everything and I drink just enough from the open bar to have incredible dance moves but not so much that I start pulling people aside and ugly crying about how much I love them.

But that’s just the stuff of silly dreams, and anyway I don’t think having dreams means I can’t also appreciate the forest for the trees. Because if it only ever was me here throwing thoughts onto a page and sharing them with you and you sharing yours back with me, what an incredible and wonderful gift having had that would have been, in the end.

And it’s not just the writing.

It’s everything.

Take my parenting. I mean sure I would love to be better–so much better–at motherhood. I wish I was more patient and played more and served more nutritious meals and had the resources and the energy to take us to interesting and educational places and lessons and to get my daughter to stop wearing that one same stained shirt Every. Single. Day.

But if it was only ever this, if it was only ever me doing my mediocre half-ass best while serving up orange powder macaroni and wearing last night’s pajamas and yesterday morning’s makeup, wouldn’t it still have been the most amazing thing I’ve ever done, hands down? Wouldn’t it still have been full to bursting with incredible moments of breathtaking beauty? Wouldn’t it still have been the truest love?

Or how about my marriage? Good God, there’s an awful lot of room for improvement in my wifing skills. Just ask my husband. Like, I could stay awake past the kids bedtime and spend some actual time with him. Or we could plan outings together where we have idle time for conversation that isn’t 100% about the children we just left and doesn’t take place in stolen ten second interludes in between emergencies.

Except same, because if this was all we ever had, if it never went beyond raising these babies together and being lucky enough to have made a life with someone who loves the same people I love with the same irrational craziness I have then wouldn’t that have been more than enough? Wouldn’t it have been the stuff of romance novels, the epilogue that happens after the drama dies down, the happily-ever-after?

Then there’s my body. What if this was it? What if I never get skinny enough again to fit into the jeans I insist on holding onto even though they have just as much of a chance of being worn again as Oprah does of actually doing the Thriller dance with me? What if this is as perky as my boobs are gonna be, or the smallest my waist is gonna get, or the easiest waking up in the morning is going to be from here on out? Can that be enough? Or will it only ever be enough later, like it is now when I look back on pictures of myself when I was younger and think oh Liz. What an idiot you were to be wasting your time worrying about any of that nonsense when you HAD NO IDEA HOW GOOD YOU HAD IT YOU BIG FAT DUMMY.

The thing about this truth is it works everywhere. My writing, my parenting, my marriage, my health, my career, my hair, my bank accounts, even my house. Sure, I’d love a cleaner and more modern everything where the decor is more shabby chic and less “my kid smeared poop on the wall,” but to look around at a place filled with the beautiful chaos of love and not see it as the gift that it truly is would be as silly as looking around at a life filled with the same and somehow coming up lacking.

Because here’s the real truth: If it was only ever this, only this and nothing more, then that would have been more than enough. It would, in fact, be everything*.

*Except Oprah. Still need her.

 

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7 thoughts to “What If This Was All There Ever Was? Would It Be Enough?

  • Karen DeBonis

    What a wonderful and beautiful reminder, Liz. Me too – this – what I have today – is enough and it is awesome.

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  • Cameron

    I love this Liz. I had a similar realization last summer (http://luckyorangepants.com/2016/09/05/doubt-faith-love-and-summers-end/). Although yours seems *much* more reasonable and rational. 🙂

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  • Gary Alan Chamberlain

    Check out “Dayenu” on Wikipedia—it’s a 1000-year-old Jewish hymn concerning how it would have been “sufficient for us” (that’s what the Hebrew term dayenu means) if God had given us only one of fifteen gifts (freedom, a homeland, etc.). And have you read Elizabeth Strout’s “My Name Is Lucy Barton?” in it Lucy, as a schoolgir,l finds that reading books makes her less lonely, so she wants to be a writer, and then other people may be less lonely, too. I’m less lonely having found your website. Just keep going with your dayenu kind of life and I’ll keep going with mine.

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    • Liz

      GARY. I love this. Thank you. I’m off to look up both Dayenu and Lucy Barton. Also, I’m pretty sure the only real go worth anything is to leave this place a little less lonely than it was before we came. XOXO

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  • Janine Huldie

    With the summer dying down here, I have been having some similar life affirming thoughts. So, happy to read your article here today as it really hit home. Thanks for sharing this with us, too.

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  • Jill Robbins

    You know…the life I have is enough. I don’t stop to think of it in this frame often but it really is. I could make oodles of lists of things I want and think I need but really, this is enough. Thanks for your perspective.

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  • Jodie Utter

    Lovely to wake up to some real and some you. You paint a picture of my life with your words, not just your own. You bring us readers into your warm circle of sameness so that we don’t have to stand outside, cold and alone. And you wrap your angst up in a package of such positivity that the rest of us feel the hope and the possibility that we ARE doing life right, we ARE enough and we are all in this together. Thank you.

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