Potential is a triggering term for many, with “you’re not living up to your potential” being a favorite form of “motivation” for kids.
While I don’t have any issue with the idea of potential from childhood (it was said to me sometimes, I just never cared, I guess), I still prefer to think about it as showing up fully expressed.
Experiencing a rich and fulfilling life, emptying out everything I have inside of me, and finding out exactly what I’m capable of achieving, creating, doing, and being in this world before I go.
But not by society’s standards—by my own around what matters most to me.
I’ve been thinking about this more and more. What it means to be fully expressed. To actualize my full potential in this life.
There’s a lot I have to say about it.
But for now, it’s more of this.
Midweek play days in nature. Losing track of time and worries as I meander aimlessly and explore new places. Reflection and contemplation under the stars or by the fire. Reading, writing, and napping on rocks. Swimming in rivers and summiting new peaks.
It’s when I feel most like me.