More I grew up thinking there had to be more. I desperately needed more. This couldn’t be all that there is. I WAS MORE.  I thought more was elusive to me, because I didn’t deserve more. I wish I had known back then that that’s all it was.  I had never dreamed I didn’t deserve more, and then when I realized that I deserved it I had no idea how to feel it.  What a bitch to be young and extra and not know what to do with it.  Now, I have more.  And I feel less.  And I don’t need more.