What's "enough"? Most people would agree that the definition of enough of one thing or another varies, sometimes wildly so, from one person to another.
I read once about a man who committed to owning only 100 items, including clothes (if I remember correctly). I thought about it and even played around with a list of the 100 things I'd keep, but I finally gave up. 100 things isn't enough for me. In my ideal world, and what I'm actually striving for, is to own only things that I use regularly or that bring me true joy. That would be enough.
I'm also pondering how I can live in a much-smaller home, perhaps even a tiny house. My current home, with two bedrooms, a large living room, large kitchen, and full (unfinished, thank goodness) basement is far more than enough living space for me.
I've been very blessed. I've always had enough food, enough clothing, enough of most of the stuff of life. But if I were being totally honest, there are some things I can never get enough of.
- time with my son and daughter
- time with good friends
- autonomy in my job
- hugs from people I love
- puppies and dogs of almost any breed
- crab legs, although
- college and professional football
- dancing -- not watching, but doing
- singing along with the radio -- oldies, classic country
- road trips
- chocolate ice-cream
- Southern sweet tea
- learning new things
- the St. Louis Cardinals and the St. Louis Blues
- uncongested, uneventful commutes to and from work
- sunny days with temperatures between 70 and 95
- days at work without meetings
- popcorn -- salty and with more than a bit of melted butter
- time on the beach, or at least close to a very large lake