During my morning errands, I went to a bookstore to look at a cookbook I was interested in buying. After I looked through it I decided it wasn't what I needed so I started browsing the different sections. I eventually found myself in the self-help section, rolling my eyes at some of the titles. Then a thought ignited. I wondered if they had any books by SARK.

I've never read any books by SARK. I think there may have been some in the waiting room of my first therapist's office, but I usually just pretended to read Time or Newsweek while I watched the other people in the room and guessed what their problems were. I know about SARK from one of her mentees, Andrea Scher. I find a lot of inspiration from Andrea. Many times when I read her blog I have these "A-ha!" moments. She gets it. So I was curious, what her mentor has to offer.

I found several books and randomly picked one up and started flipping through it quickly. I stopped on a page that had these nine words written on it.

You are enough.
You have enough.
You do enough.

After I read that I quickly slammed the book shut and looked around as if I was embarrassed to be caught reading something I shouldn't. My face was a bit flushed. I opened it slowly and read it again.

"Could it be that simple?", I thought. We spend all this time trying to be more, to get more, to do more. Are we really enough? And why was my reaction to this way of thinking so strong to reject this idea. To be shocked by its simplicity.

I put the book back on the shelf and picked up another and flipped through it. In that book I found a page about Andrea. SARK writes that Andrea taught her how to play Magpies, a game she invented. You ask a question, open the dictionary randomly and point to a word for the answer.

I remembered reading about Magpies on Andrea's blog. Playing Magpies is how she ended up working for SARK.

I was supposed to read that, I thought. I've been thinking about it all day. For so long I've been feeling rather less than. Concentrating on what I don't have and what I'm not. I don't make enough money. I don't have enough things. I'm not talented. I'm not smart. I'm not attractive. I'm not a good friend. Blah, blah, blah. These thoughts clutter my mind and make me feel thick and heavy. They are a poison that numb and harden me.

But then to be shown that I am enough, I have enough and I do enough — what a freeing concept. What an unexpected gift.

Later my roommate told me he was planing on going to the casino that night. When I asked him why he told me it was because it's July 7 of 2007 (7.7.07) and that it's supposed to be a lucky day.

I did turn out to be a lucky day indeed.