I love potential.
Like looking at tattered pillows and imagining how they
could be the central focus of my next living room with some fun crafting and
restoration
Or putting on my running shoes in unfamiliar terrain
Or roadtrips
Job applications
New coffee shops and the conversations they are sure to
initiate
First dates
Breakups
New jobs
A pen and paper
A keyboard
A
New
Day
New
Day
I’ve been having wildly stressful dreams and each morning,
when my alarm pulls me kicking and screaming from my sleep, I consider the
potential to be realized. My own potential, the potential of my job, the
potential of my students, of the my friends and coworkers, of the strangers
I’ll pass. I don’t wait to realize this potential, but I’m encouraged by the
realization of it and my ability to manipulate it in a positive sense. The
mysterious unknowns, the potential, inspire me. There’s so much to be
discovered, in each day, each moment, each air of potential breathed into the
Universe.
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