I am not a patient person.
I ask my trainer every week when I’m going to get bigger and how soon before I get to move up in weight for every. single. exercise.
I am definitely not a patient person.
For that reason, I’ve never been attracted to horticulture as a hobby.
Growing things takes time.
However, something about the tulip bulbs in the clear glass vase at the grocery store caught my attention. They just seemed so eager, as though they couldn’t wait any longer to sprout from the fullness of their forms.
So because I was amused, the tulips came home with me and sat on a sunny spot in my dresser. I followed the directions on the tag exactingly, keeping the water level just below the blubs, so that they wouldn’t rot. Very quickly, I became excited every morning to see how much they had grown overnight, and was completely gratified when the flowers finally opened.
I enjoyed the tulips for a few weeks before they perished.
Since the tulips, I’ve successfully force bloomed some paper whites, an amaryllis is coming along nicely, and I’ve started placing avocado seeds in the rims of water filled old fashioned milk pint jars.
I’m still not a patient person.
But something about seeing these plants germinate, each at their own pace, reminds me of the immense potential I hold within, which cannot be realized on my own schedule, no matter how much I try, plan or anticipate.
Growing things, including muscles, takes its own time.