Saturday, September 20, 2025
When I first traveled to Germany years ago, one of the first things I learned how to say was, “I am full.” My friend Ken and I stayed with his friend Lola, who loved to serve delicious food. So much so, that I needed to learn how to say that I had had enough. “Ich bin satt.”
Two years ago, my brother told me that when the startup company he works for goes public, a biodiesel company, he would be “all set.” Isn’t it funny how people believe in the future? The lottery has this effect on people. If I won the Powerball, I’d be all set.
I used to have an itch that never seemed scratch-able. No matter how much I had, or how much I earned, a lulling hunger stayed present. I couldn’t get “all set.” I felt like one of those people who lives with nervous hunger. My mother suffers from that. She calls it “stress eating,” and junk food and salty snacks are her Achilles heel. It’s a fear of having no control over circumstance.
I’m going through a change. I haven’t won the Powerball. I’m unemployed and without an income, as of writing this blog entry. And I’m sitting on the porch with a cup of coffee beside me, dog napping at my feet. I think I’ve experienced what Jesus called “the fullness of life.” When you have the fullness of life, the nervous hunger ends. It wasn’t about gaining. It was about losing. Being content with less. With nothing to do. Alright to play now, OK to enjoy now. OK, all around, now. Nothing needs to change to prioritize fulfillment, joy, and peacefulness.
“Is there anything I can get you?” asks life. “Nah. I’m good, thank you.” I’m so good, there is no more earning. No more toil. No more trying. I’m all set. Ich bin satt.