Enough: A Practice for the Question That Won't Quit

There is a question that has a way of following us — quiet, persistent, and occasionally ruthless. Am I doing enough?

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I came home from Sedona carrying two things that don't usually travel together: deep nourishment and fresh grief.

The first half of my trip was everything I needed it to be. Waking up to coffee and hugs. Long conversations around a fire watching the night sky for meteors and UAPs. Shared moments of music, art, wisdom, and tenderness — the kind that only happen when people are willing to be real with each other. I was held by five extraordinary human beings and by the red rock beauty of the Verde Valley. I am grateful for what was, and I want more.

In the second half of my trip, I learned that my mom, who has been navigating life with Alzheimer's disease for the past few years, had taken another sudden decline. The nurse gave her 72 hours to live.

In both a blessing and a curse, she is still with us — two weeks after that prognosis.

I got back to the East Coast as quickly as I could and drove to Pennsylvania to spend time with her. And throughout those days, a question kept arising, soft and relentless:

Am I doing enough for her? For my brother and sister-in-law who are caring for her? For my other brothers and what they are carrying emotionally through this transition?

The Subtle Flavor of Not-Enoughness

When I came back to the circle this past Monday, I brought that question with me. And it turned out I wasn't alone.

Others arrived holding their own version of it — not about family, but about the world. About humanity. About the state of things and whether any one person can possibly do enough to tend to the well-being of the whole, whether locally or globally.

It's a particular kind of weight, this "not-enoughness." It's not the dramatic kind of self-doubt. It's subtle. It sits in the background and hums. Maybe I'm doing fine, but could I be doing more? And underneath that: if I could be doing more and I'm not, does that make what I'm already doing not enough?

The truth is, we could always do a little more in any one direction. But at what cost? To give more time, energy, and attention to one place means it's not going somewhere else. I have built flex time into my days intentionally — and still, I notice the pull to give away what I think of as "Sherwood time" to other people. That's a topic for another day. But the seed is worth planting: how can we care for others when we're so quick to abandon ourselves?

A Simple Practice to Counter the Lie

What emerged from our circle conversation was a practice as simple as it is disarming.

At the end of each day, write down three things you did that served the whole — that contributed something, however quietly, to the greater good. Think of it like a gratitude journal, but aimed not at what you received, but at what you gave.

Maybe it was checking in on a friend. Showing up fully present with a client. Choosing not to pass your frustration on to a stranger. Signing something, sharing something, saying something true. It doesn't have to be grand.

What happens over time is this: the act of writing it down begins to orient the brain to notice it. The part of the mind that asks "Is this enough?" starts to quiet, because you have actual documentation right in front of you. You are doing something. You have always been doing something.

And the longer you orient your attention toward what you're contributing, the more the brain will seek it out on its own — because it likes the feeling of "good job." Revisit the list weekly or monthly, and you'll begin to see the mountain of evidence that has been quietly accumulating: that you are, in fact, doing the best you can with the circumstances and resources you have to live a balanced life.

That is enough. You are enough.

The question isn't whether you're doing enough. The question is whether you're letting yourself see it.

Coming Home

My mom is still here. The situation is still complex. The questions about what more I can do — for her comfort, for her transition, for the people I love who are closest to it — are still alive in me.

And I am practicing. Writing down the three things. Letting the list be the evidence. Returning, again and again, to the truth that presence itself is a form of contribution.

If you're holding your own version of this question, I'd love to hold it with you.

Mondays at 7pm ET, we gather. The circle is open.

With love,

Sherwood