I have running dreams. In my dreams I’m always good enough. I’m okay with the moment and the thought that I don’t have to be the best or perfect—I don’t even have to be really good.

In real life, I feel like a fraud, a want-to-be-but-not quite, a pretty-good-but-not great. Maybe it’s these feelings—the ones from real life—that account for the running in my dreams. Maybe I’m chasing something I really need to catch. Maybe I’m chasing something I missed, something important.

GOOD ENOUGH BY TOMMY VOLLMAN 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 54

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