I have never talked or heard about toilet paper so much in my life. I have also not been to as many grocery stores.

I am saying out loud now: I. Have. Enough.

We are living in a stressful time; of course, my mind is telling me that I need more, this is a natural reaction to stress, fear, uncertainty, and challenge. “I need more!” my mind tells me. I need
More time
More money
More control
More space
More food,
More sugar,
More more more.

When I remember to take a step back into reality, and pause for a moment, I realize, and I know in my gut: I have enough. The mind’s cravings are just that, desires: the mind wants and the mind fears so I try and quiet it. Breathing helps. Slowing down and sitting or standing or lying on the yoga mat helps ease the chatter and desires.

Then I can ask: What is it exactly that I want more of? Because I can honestly say, I have enough toilet paper. I have enough food, space, money. I do want more time—of course, I do. Okay.
Bringing the mind back into compassionate conversation with the rest of me, I feel my heart full, I feel its beat. I speak tenderly, and say to myself, “Honey, you are going to be okay—no matter what.
More is not going to help you.
Some people literally do not have enough.
There is food insecurity.
There is homelessness.
There is such a thing as not having enough, but be grateful you do.”

Some people literally can not afford one roll of toilet paper, let alone the mega Charmin from Costco.
I have enough. Will I be there for people who do not?

The Gardner—by Mary Oliver

Have I lived enough?
Have I loved enough?
Have I conquered Right Action enough
Have I come to any conclusion?
Have I experienced happiness with sufficient gratitude?
Have I endured loneliness with grace?

I say this, or perhaps I’m just thinking it.
Actually, I probably, think too much
Then I step out into the garden,
Where the gardener who is said to be a simple man, is tending to his children, the roses.