One of the crazy-making, unfounded fears that can pull me in to a pit of anxiety is a feeling of scarcity.   It doesn’t even matter what I imagine to be scarce – whether it’s time, money, or even love – if there is anything I’m convinced is in limited supply in my life, I’m vulnerable to a lack attack.  And, in those moments, the one word that’s worth taking a break to contemplate is ENOUGH.  In a world where more is presumed to be better, the idea of Enough goes unappreciated.  More isn’t necessarily better but when I make something better, that makes it more than it was.  So, while more is not always better, better is always more.

My 2004 Miata has been my trusty steed and loyal companion over the years and together we have weathered the ravages of time.  Consequently, we could both use some cosmetic work.  The first time I found a rip in the convertible top I immediately patched it with Gorilla tape so it wouldn’t get worse before I could get it repaired.  Well, that replacement top still hasn’t materialized and now all the Gorilla tape that has been added over the years for every additional split covers the entire roof.  The last gash I noticed was just before a thunder storm was moving in and I hurried to grab the tape and get it patched in time. I wasn’t even sure there was a sufficient amount left on the roll for this latest rip.  The raindrops began to fall while I was unrolling the length of tape needed and I was relieved to find that I had just Enough left to cover the gap and still had a few extra inches left over.  That moment in time felt absolutely magical!  The feeling that comes with having Enough when I wasn’t sure I would.  I can only try to describe it as what I imagine it would feel like to have an Angel’s wings lavishly wrapped around me, guaranteeing protection and provision.

Abundance is so relative to the circumstances that the best gauge for expansion is improvement. Just moving my consciousness from shortfall to Enough shifts my mood to a more positive outlook.

In the culture of women who run with Miatas, it’s common to name cars. The name Mia is used frequently but I’ve heard many colorful, exotic and imaginative Miata monikers. I’ve never told anyone this (because no one has ever asked me) but my car has a name too. I call her “Streetcar Named Desire” or just “Desire” for short. Fans of Tennessee Williams will get the reference. “Desire” and I continue our journey together, surviving life’s bumps in the pavement, missed exits and roads less traveled. Ultimately we get to our target destinations – usually taking more scenic routes than were practical – but we do arrive, eventually. And, occasionally, we’ve encountered a few Angels driving tow trucks along the way. Blanche DuBois wistfully expressed her final words in the play, “I’ve always depended on the kindness of strangers.” I think Blanche may have had some special insight on the potential of strangers and knew that They Might Be Angels.