Sometimes I don’t realize the potential I have to do things until I am actually doing them. Like driving from Savannah, Georgia to New York City in one day. Or eating three beignets all in one go.
Long term potential I can understand better. Like I know I have the potential to work hard and get a good job that I love someday. Or I have the potential to become better at speaking French if I keep practicing.
I’ve never been one for spontaneity even though I would like to be. I don’t know where it comes from, but I am a planner. I like to have things booked and ready, with four back up plans and every worst-case scenario thought of. So getting in a car on a rainy Saturday morning with three other people with only an end destination (New Orleans) and a few vague ideas for stops along the way would normally cause me extreme panic.
But I rolled down the car window and threw my normally overbearing caution right into the wind.
It wasn’t like one of those “I’m going to find myself” trips, but it was delightfully distracting from everything else in the world. The warm sun was therapeutic. I laughed so hard and so often, which I’m pretty sure had healing affects on my body. And despite my sleep schedule being totally backwards after that last all-nighter, I feel surprisingly rested.
And I do have the potential to do things in the present, like find a motel at 3 a.m. and parallel park in Washington DC. (I’ll admit it was an easy parallel park because there was a lot of space in front of me, but I’m still proud.)