Spiritual Enough

The word spiritual used to make me roll my eyes.

I had a Catholic education all the way from third grade through college, but even after I stepped away from Catholicism in my mid-twenties and solidly into the atheist camp, I was never one of those people who said, “I’m not religious, but I’m spiritual.

Like, what does that even mean?

And to my (admittedly narrow) view, being spiritual meant looking a certain way, voting a certain way, talking a certain way.

It meant crystals and incense. Either soothing earth tones or bold reds and purples.

It meant using phrases like “highest self” or “the Universe provides,” and sincerely meaning them.

It meant being expressive. Open. Possibly barefoot.

And none of it felt like me.

I was too skeptical.

Too late to the party.

Too practical.

Too...quiet.

Too busy shopping buying matchy white plates at Crate & Barrel, refilling my Stanley cup (a nice neutral cream color), and wish-listing a Chanel purse in classic black.

But here’s what I eventually figured out:

Spirituality isn’t an aesthetic.

It’s not a vibe, a wardrobe, or a personality type.

It’s not something you signal.

It’s a relationship.

Not with a specific god or dogma.

But with the part of you that wonders. The part that asks questions without needing clean answers. The part that believes—maybe quietly, maybe reluctantly—that there might be more.

That relationship doesn’t require incense or perfect posture or even belief.

It requires attention. Curiosity. A moment of stillness.

So if you’ve ever felt like you’re not spiritual enough to be here—this space is for you.

You don’t need to change your outfit, your worldview, or your vocabulary.

You just need the tiniest sliver of wonder, and the willingness to ask: what if...