That's Enough
A few weeks ago my grandparents stopped by unexpectedly. They used to do that all the time when I was a kid, but they’ve only ever done that once since we moved back to town.
So imagine our surprise when we walked outside to take out the trash and there, sitting in our driveway, was their red Jeep.
Raymond asked, “who is that?!” And I was just a surprised in my answer of “my grandparents”.
We greeted them at the car and invited them in. I was so happy to see them as my MawMaw had had a rough time of it recently with a few falls and trips to the hospital via rescue squad.
They came inside and visited for awhile. We talked about the Billy Graham book on our coffee table and my MawMaw asked us over and over about why we weren’t at work (it was a “work” day after all) and when was the next estate sale.
Her questions and comments put me on edge so I squirmed in my chair and brushed them off with a “so hey, how’s my uncle/their friend/anyone to change the topic of conversation.”
As they were leaving, my MawMaw made some rather grim reference to not being around that much longer and how she hoped I knew how much she loved me, her first granddaughter.
The tears forming in her eyes and her crumpling down in the seat of the car like a defeated woman. The crying habit had been going on for years, we aren’t sure if it is emotions or just medicine. But nevertheless, you can expect tears a time or two when you see her.
My PawPaw was sliding into the drivers seat, always put together with his hair combed and his shirt tucked in real tight, the military version of himself that never left, and turned to my grandmother and said, “shug (that’s her nickname), that’s enough”
It was a dose of reality or a reminder to be present, but either way she turned her frown upside down and gave me a real big hug. And then off they went to enjoy their day.
In our current situation of doom and gloom, we’ve hit that point of needing a gentle reminder.
That’s enough.
That’s enough noise. Enough news. Enough updates. Enough reports.
That’s enough inspiration. Enough quotes. Enough motivation. We are choking on it all.
That’s enough about how we should be growing our business during this time. Enough pivoting. Enough pitching. Enough.
That’s enough home workouts.
Our adrenals are spent and our attention is scattered.
Instead of tuning in, we tune out and all that noise ping-pong’s our mind like the game.
There is no where to land. No where to just be. To sit down. To be still and to listen.
At some point more leads to less.
When there are too many choices, then we shut down and do none.
That’s enough. No more, thank you, I am full.
So what do we do.
We can start with turning off the noise. The devices (TV, iPad, iPhone, social media’s).
We can start with sitting still and reading a book. Maybe even the Good Book.
We can start writing out all the things we won’t take for granted (at least for awhile, because the awaken-ness will surely fade ... eventually).
This is helpful as we back into all the things we are grateful for.
Like being able to go to church. Or go out to dinner. Or lunch. Or the abundance of food available at the grocery store. Or the ability to commune with others in a gym space.
That is enough outward searching. Time to shut it all down.