The Problem with Potential
Last week I made a dinner my children didn’t eat. In fact, I made a dinner even I didn’t eat.
It was gross.
I cried, then ordered pizza.
Growing up, I was always one of those kids with a lot of potential. Everyone constantly told me I could become anything I wanted. While that’s great to hear as a kid, it’s kind of messed with me as an adult. You see, that belief, the one where I can become anything, hasn’t left.
I’m a mom, a physician assistant, a cook, a shopper, a planner, a writer, a