Good Enough
When is good enough actually good enough?
I have a slight problem. I hit a bump in the road and I throw up my hands and proclaim that it’s good enough.
Good enough to send. Clean enough for today. I’ve exercised enough for this gym session.
It’s all good enough until it isn’t.
Until I’m standing at the start line and I think back to all of the gym sessions I only did enough. Not enough to test myself, but the bare minimum I’ve come to expect. And I kick myself because I know I can do better.
The bare minimum shouldn’t be the expectation. The bare minimum should be reserved for those days where I’m feeling under the weather or injured, not for the days where I am just putting in the expected effort.
Because, if I’m being honest with myself, good enough has stopped being good enough. I’ve reached a place where I have made some very amazing progress and now I’ve plateaued and even backslid a bit.
I don’t want that at all. I still have a way to go until I’ve reached my goals. I don’t want to rest on my laurels just yet.
Don’t get me wrong, I am incredibly proud of how far I’ve come in the last year and a half. Looking back at pictures of where I started until now, it’s crazy to see my progress.
But I wonder what it would look like if I stopped letting good enough be good enough.
Weekly Goals
Write 7K words: Failure.
Read one book: Success. I finished Decadent by Shayla Black.
Sew ten dice bags: Failure.
Go to the gym twice: Success.
Go to class: Failure. Soon this will stop being a failure.
