What’s the difference between what truly satisfies and what doesn’t? We’ve heard about determining what’s enough; that’s been posed at least since the ’90s, when the Benetton and zircon-brooch* excess of the previous decade got to all of us. The threshold of enough is in the eye of the beholder, and for me, it’s pretty easy pickings.
It’s being in reasonably good health (check), which I don’t take for granted after many years of stress-related illnesses and a further-cheering car accident chaser. It’s people around me who want to be there (check). A non-leaky roof over my head and warm walls within a safe town (check). Having a few electronics and a car that behave (check). A well-stocked kitchen (checkity check check). Grains, olive oil, good quality chocolate**, milk, yogurt, some protein. An avocado ripening on the dining room table is a lovely thing. It’s having a freezer with butter and snoozing yeast, slices of my homemade coffee cake, tubs of chicken broth, Ziplocked fruits I’ve bought, foraged, or picked at the farm. That’s close to what constitutes enough, at least for me.
One step farther. What’s the difference between enough and plenty? What constitutes plenty? Because as I see it, if we’re operating from a place of plenty, it significantly changes our experience of the world. It feels a lot different than enough.

I saw this book in Anthro as soon as I started thinking about this post. Riddle: How many Plenty books are plenty? Answer: JUST ONE. Ha! I slay me.
Lest you think I’m advocating the spend-happiness of our culture, no. When it comes to buying extras, I generally don’t. I’m not a stuff person. Small and manageable is my thing. (To further amplify: I don’t have a kazillion dollars, but if ever I did, I wouldn’t build an 11-bedroom monolith to myself with two sun rooms and a cat porch.*** Plenty might mean torso-high vases in a color West Elm calls ‘aubergine,’ but I’m skeptical.)
Plenty, like enough, is in the eye of the beholder. The Danes have a word that comes closest to what plenty means to me: hygge (pronounced HUE-gah). There’s no clear-cut translation into English, but here: it’s the well-being that comes from creating and living in a place of warmth, coziness, and safety, of enjoying the good things in life with the people who matter most. That’s a different planet from enough; that’s letting the peace that comes from plenty wash over you, and deliberately and consciously sinking into it. I think it’s worth seeking out, for ourselves and for the old ripple effect of it, you know?
The last time I felt a sustained sense of plenty—I narrowed it down—was in the late ’80s when I wore Benetton and zircon brooches and was sent to a small boarding school with my brother and sister. It was an unusual place, one in which I felt constant, enthusiastic, and unconditional support from the staff. And the food was decent to boot. I remember crossing the grounds at night on my way to the library, looking up at the winter sky, and feeling deep peace, of being right where I wanted to be and with the right people.
I’ve felt a sense of plenty in bits and pieces many times since then, and have made a point to suck the marrow out of each instance. It hit most notably a few years ago when I had a surge of creativity that brought me squarely into food writing as well as bigger leaps into marzipan-making and theatre. I’ve always been a project person, but I was unexpectedly gobsmacked with a whoosh of new and cool and way more fulfilling. The Mad Hatter told Alice that she’d lost her muchness, and so had I. I got it back. I had to slay a few Jabberwocks to get there, but all in a day’s work.
It hit again recently when I had a windfall of sorts and felt a calm ooze over me like warm blackberry honey. That evening I zipped off on my bike. And with no plan at all I felt my feet take me to places I’d never been before, found new foraging grounds, and came within a few yards of one seriously surprised white-tailed deer.
My years of working with children taught me that the more secure kids feel, the more adventurous they are. It does not fail. That night felt like a crazy and delicious head trip, but it wasn’t drugs. It was the plenty.
I’m still looking for that elusive sustained plenty, that sense not just of having enough but of being sated. I’ll know it when I see it.
Here’re a few ways I feel the plenty, when I find it in bits and pieces.
-A shamelessly exuberant, burst-open flower.
-A really good conversation.
-Harvesting anything, especially foraging, and really especially finding new plants.
-The beach—its smell, its textures, its ever-changing and unabashed wildness.
-Nailing a cue onstage. The tougher, the bloody well better.
-Kneading and punching down bread dough.
-Celebrating every season.
-Making something with my hands.
-Warming someone who’s been cold inside.
-The magic in a genuine connection.
-Watching a small-town parade.
-Dramatic weather—being utterly immersed in snowflakes, blowing leaves, or fog.
-Noticing something beautiful amid the ordinary.
-Writing this piece. It’s been banging around in my head for months.
-A full-fat ice cream cone.
*I had a bunch of these and wore them with a shoulder-padded black jacket and looked FLY, dude.
**Hey, I made that the third item and not the first. Impressive!
***I have no idea what this is. I hope I just made it up. Please don’t google it. If you do, please don’t tell me it exists.
I love this post! I wish you plenty days of hugge. I am lacking that now. I’ve heard it described as that feeling of being tucked in. Safe. Secure. And, yes, when we have that we move from striving to the adventure of thriving.
Yikes! Hygge. My auto correct changed this beautiful word to huge. I then corrected the g’s, but forgot the y. Grrrr.
By the way, your photos are becoming more beautiful all the time. π
Hiya Trina! I like your choice of words above–striving to thriving. I’m seeking it myself, and it’s a trick. Sending good wishes back to you.
Glad you liked the post. Please share it if you like!
Re: the pics, thank you. Would you believe it if I told you the peony was shot in 2010 and the ice cream in 2011? π I knew they’d be useful down the road!
Wow! I love, love, love the peony. Reminds of the Georgia O’Keefe. That in your face, pay attention to me attitude with flowers π
lol yes! This one was–no joke–a foot across. Totally spectacular!
I really liked the post. I find few people who seem to get the idea that less can be more. The line between enough and plenty is very fine for me. Either one, I believe, brings the sense of peace, contentment and better-than-okay-ness. Okay is just okay but better than that crosses into pretty darn good! As a health coach, my goal is to slow people down enough work toward and then appreciate enough. Then plenty is the cherry on top!
Hi there π Thanks so much–and for the work you do. I definitely agree one has to start with paring down to the essentials, to the enough. But once that happens, shoot for the feeling of plenty. And it tends to be free!