When Enoughness Finds You

It’s strange how some words just settle… lingering long after the moment has passed, nudging at something inside you.

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I was chatting with a client today. She’d recently moved back to her home country after years of living and working abroad, and we somehow drifted from talking about strategy to talking about life — its joys, the madness and every curveball life throws in!

In the middle of that conversation, she used a word that caught me completely off guard.

“Enoughness.”

She said it so casually, as if it had always been part of everyone’s vocabulary. It stayed with me long after the conversation ended. It made me think about enoughness and contentment, and how both sit in the corner while the world keeps screaming 'happiness' as if it’s the only benchmark of a good life.

We talk so often about wanting to be happy ... but maybe ... just maybe ... happiness isn’t always the point.

Maybe it’s enoughness we’re really chasing  ... you know ... that grounded, steady feeling of :

“This is okay, this is plenty, this is enough.”

Happiness is always bright, and sometimes it can be fleeting — a bit like sunlight slipping through clouds. And to be fair, I’ve always seen myself as a naturally happy, ‘always-on’ kind of person, so those bursts of brightness feel familiar to me.

But enoughness? That’s something else entirely. It’s slower and softer, less about the high and more about the hum. It’s not the thrill of victory or achievement — it’s the peace that follows

And then there’s contentment — which I’ve come to see as the older, wiser sibling of enoughness. Contentment doesn’t ask for applause. It doesn’t chase fireworks or milestones. It doesn’t need the next big thing to feel valid. It simply asks you to come home to yourself, to pay attention to what is already good, and to slow down long enough to breathe.

For the longest time, I got contentment all wrong — I thought saying “I’m content” meant I was giving up. Like choosing contentment meant I’d stop growing, stop dreaming, or that my ambition had dimmed and the fire in me had quietly burned out.

But now I realise contentment just means growing differently - growth that isn’t upward or outward, but inward.

It’s learning to appreciate the life you already have. t just asks you to stop sprinting and to notice what’s already good.

Maybe the goal isn’t to be endlessly happy,but to find those small, still moments that gently remind you,“You’re enough. Right here. Right now.”

These are just my ramblings/musings and my little reflections from a conversation that clearly stirred something in me but I felt like sharing them,because maybe someone out there needs to hear this today.