I recently finished May Cause Miracles by Gabrielle Bernstein. The book emphasized acknowledging fear and not allowing it to define you and take the driver’s seat of your thinking. Fear, according to Bernstein, stands for “false evidence appearing real.” My ego, the part in all of us that likes to find fault, still can get the best of me and thrives on dwelling in fear. I struggle with the notion that I am too much of this (insert whatever adjective I can be) or too much of that. Always questioning myself. A friend, someone who I’ve known for more than 10 years, told me I am ‘just right.’ Instead of being satisfied with that answer I had to pick at it –just right what? Who wants to be just right? Is just right enough for me to be happy? Am I porridge? I realized that the questions were coming from my ego. The part that is constantly scared about never being enough didn’t like the idea of someone else telling me I was enough. I realized that thought process was something I had with me since I was a little girl – always wanting to be as perfect as can be. Now, as an adult, my imperfections are part of who I am and that should be honored and loved. Slowly, I disengaged the shrill screams of uncertainty and moved towards accepting that I am ‘just right.’ At least the next time someone compliments me, I should just nod and say thank you. Evidence from the word of others ought to let obstacles vanish effortlessly (love).