(Our broccoli is beginning to look like broccoli)

Seeds are weird. Have you ever thought about it? They are little packets of untapped life that look nothing like the plant itself.
It’s just a little package of potential.

In America, we like to tell kids that they can be anything. They are young. All of their choices are ahead of them.
We all have potential. Every one of us, at every age. We have potential in us to be someone else, to start something else, to change and accomplish.

However, there is a big difference between potential and progress.

I am 5 feet 10.5 inches (That’s 179 centimeters, for my non-American readers). For a woman, I am quite tall. As a result, I am constantly asked if I played basketball. This assumption is based solely on my height; because I am tall, I apparently have the potential to be a fantastic basketball player.
Well, sorry to disappoint, but I do not play basketball. In fact, I am not athletically inclined in the least. I like to read and write and crochet and cook and travel and 100 other things.
The potential for me to be a fabulous basketball player has never been anything but potential.

Potential will always be potential unless we make a move. It will be dormant inside us until we choose to wake it up.

A dream is just a dream until you make it a journey.