Enough:  adequate for want or need; sufficient for the purpose or to satisfy desire

~Webster

In addition to this being NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month), it’s been a month when people post a daily comment on Facebook what they are thankful for.

I have participated in neither. Not because I wasn’t thankful, or because I don’t have a novel to write. I was simply distracted. I forgot to notice when the calendar turned from October 31^st to November 1^st.

Fortunately for my guests, I have had enough undistracted brain cells that I recognized in enough time that Thanksgiving dinner is today.

Enough.

I was raised to believe that there wasn’t enough to go around. Not enough love. Not enough talent. Not enough opportunity. Not enough enough.

And yet, there it was in the dictionary. “Enough.” Gazillions of copies sold with enough in it. A word so old that it’s spelled weird.

I don’t think I am alone in being raised with this misunderstanding—that there was not enough enough. Actually, I know I am not alone. The last election was a lot about that. A deep fear among those who have more than enough, that someone else having enough would take away from their enough. And then they would not have enough.

Not to mention fear that there aren’t enough experiences of God to go around.

For me, the best thing about this last election is that enough diversity trumped more than enough money. The outcome asserted that there is enough room at the American table for both June Cleaver and Roseanne Conner. Adam and Steve and Steve and Janet. Jesus and Buddha. Spanish and English. All other languages and English. Atheists and polytheists. Chris Christie and Barack Obama. And so on.

So, today, to show my gratitude, I’m going to celebrate that there is enough enough to go around.

Enough love.

Enough food.

Enough God.

Enough talent.

Enough words.

Enough enough.

’Nuff said.

The kitchen is calling.