You probably can’t put a mental finger on the precise moment you decided you weren’t enough. But there was that moment when, in your younger days, you decided it, or at least decided she or he must be right because she is grown and knows more than you. Unbeknownst to small you, a decision tree took root, then and there, that would grow and partially block out your sun.
Small You agreed because you trusted and loved. The message was wrong. Adults have trees of their own; you just didn’t know it then. When you look inside you, you must see that you are, in fact, enough. Good enough. Kind enough. Lovely.
Trim the branches. Pull up the roots that keep beauty, joy, adventure and true love beyond your fingertips. You may have to trim them again from time to time as they desire to keep their familiar grip and stay where they were planted.
I know for sure that the pruning is possible. I’ve done it myself. You can plant daisies, roses and wildflowers side by side where the tree once stood. We can, each one of us, see the sun, but we must, first, move the tree.
I can help. It’s what I do.
Take great care of yourself, not because you are fragile, but because you are important.