Possibility Girl

"Everyone thinks Possibility Girl is possibly a genius.
Any day now, they continually agree, Possibility Girl will make it big.
Become a star.
‘You won’t forget us when you're famous, will you?’
they always say, as Possibility Girl begins yet another amazing project.
The only person, who doesn’t believe in Possibility Girl's possible genius, is Possibility Girl herself.
She thinks they're being too kind.
She isn’t gifted at all.
She’s a fake genius, bluffing her way through life.
She is convinced the moment she tries to actually achieve her full potential, she will fail, fall flat on her face, and the people that once admired her from afar, will admire her no more.
And so Possibility Girl never actually achieves anything.
She just sits on the edge of her possible glory and basks in the adulation of her potential."

Stuck in this circle of... who knows what.

I find that Possibility Girl and I have more in common then one would think.

Too often I am pressing forward for others rather than for myself.

And the truth is, I know that it is because I am afraid.

I'm terrified actually.

I feel as though I would never be able to become what I was meant to be.

I feel lost in my own life.

I'm treading water just to keep from slipping under.

I can't help but wonder if I'm where I'm supposed to be.

Searching and searching I've grown tired, Tired of trying to do it right.

I'm scared of what I might lose if I move away from who I was.

When I read this for the first time four years ago, I judged Possibility Girl for what she had not done.

For not taking the steps necessary to achieve what she deserved.

But as I came across her story again, I realize now what I didn't know then...

Life, is scary.

Being "grown" means not knowing what to do.

Its the same as being little but with big girl problems instead of little ones.

You have to be able to bend without breaking.

You can't just take what you want.

Possibility Girl is not nameless.

She is in us all.

She is me.

She is the professor of the chem class.

She is the mailman.

The father.

The actor.

The homeless man on the corner, begging for attention more then money, but doesn't know how to get it.

So here's to you Possibility Girl.

Here's to your  future.

I hope that one day you realize that it doesn't matter what you were planned to be. 

All that matters is to remember that each step your taking, is a step of faith towards who you will be.

Who knows. 

Maybe you'll surpass even your destiny itself.

The light will find you where you've always been...

Cheers.