The Yellow Door Life

I have spent a lot of time in my life worrying about the “what ifs.”

What if I never find a job?

What if I’m never happy?

What if I never find my person?

The what if list is endless. 

What if I never become a superhero that can shoot lasers out of her fingertips? 

At some point, worrying about the what ifs becomes ridiculous. 

When I read this prompt, it reminded me of a blog I wrote this time last year about the idea of planting seeds. 

At the time, I was awaiting further details of a story I hoped would have a next chapter. I was waiting for the seed I planted to take root and blossom.

It didn’t. 

It was one of those proverbial blessings in disguise. 

Not all seeds are meant to be, but it doesn’t mean we don’t plant them. It just means we don’t cry when they turn to dust and blow away without fruit. 

I didn’t used to think this way, but since I have changed the way I think about the risks I take in my life, I find more comfort in knowing that a no is just as important, if not sometimes more, than a yes. 

Almost exactly one year later, I’m in the same situation though. I’ve planted seeds and I’m watching them and waiting for them to turn into something fabulous – as I sit there watching them. It’s like the old adage, a watched pot never boils. 

The miracle that is a seed transforming into something else takes place underneath the surface for a reason. Somewhere in that soil, new life is forming and taking shape, but I can’t see it yet and why should I? Faith is about believing, not seeing. 

I don’t know if these seeds will take root, or blow away, but I don’t regret trying to plant them. 

Every seed matters, whether it’s a simple hi from somewhere out of left field, a job application, a decision to be led, to move in response to that leading, or a prayer, each seed brings a renewed sense of hope. 

Cause the truth is, unless you’re trying to plant a bunch of really crappy seeds, something worthwhile will take root. 

I promise.

❤