This is hard to admit, but every now and then I slide into a familiar, yet dismal, groove of “I’m not enough.” Like the angst of teen-aged years, I feel confused and inept. It’s not much fun. The good news is I don’t stay there long.
The Summer Solstice is the longest day of the year. Like the Winter Solstice, it is a turning point, a time when I deliberate on my repetitive habits, the ways I limit myself and others as well as the times when I welcome magnificence!