My fears come from “not enough” ideas in my head. There won’t be enough money to support the family. there won’t be enough time to do X, whatever X is. I’m not like able enough for people to want to hang out with me. I don’t look good enough. I’m not fit enough. I’m not disciplined enough. I don’t work hard enough.
So many not enoughs.
And yet as I type this with my thumbs, if I take a deep breath I feel momentarily ok.
Is that the seed? Is that where enough comes from.