Not Good Enough

Mate,

You’ve played this card more times than I can count. “Not good enough.”
Not smart enough. Not strong enough. Not fast enough. Not worthy enough. You say it so often you make it sound like truth.

Here’s the thing: I’m done buying it.

Every time you whisper “not good enough,” I want you to remember this: I’ve already done things you swore I couldn’t. I’ve endured when you said I’d break. I’ve created when you said I was empty. I’ve shown up, again and again, when you said it wasn’t worth it.

So let’s get the facts straight. “Good enough” isn’t a destination. It’s not a badge someone else gives me. It’s not a test you get to mark with red ink. “Good enough” is me, alive, trying, learning, moving. Right now.

You can still do your job — push me to sharpen up, remind me to prepare, keep me alert. That’s helpful. But the cheap shots? The late-night whispers about how I’ll never measure up? That’s sabotage. And I don’t take orders from saboteurs.

From now on, when you mutter “not good enough,” I’ll answer back: Watch me.

— Me