In everything I do, I look for potential: the potential for growth, the potential for change, the potential for improvement, the potential for fun, the potential for learning, the potential for joy.
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Constantly embracing potential means my life is always in a bit of chaos.
I am always working on some kind of home improvement project. Move in ready is just not my style.
There is always something cooking, freezing, or waiting to be preserved.
Here's yesterday's project. Roasted peppers (put them in hummus, use them to spice up Butternut Squash soup, or add a few into a salsa recipe to add some heat).
My house is never completely clean (but it could potentially be clean someday! HA.)
I love life that way.
We bought our house last November knowing it was full of POTENTIAL. And every day we discover more potential and sometimes even realize some of that potential.
Last month, we finally removed the wreath the previous owners left to reveal:
Yep. That's a hole where a porch light should be. (Somebody's real estate agent earned their commission with how well this house was staged!)
But we fixed that now:
We started with an overgrown yard. Full of debris. This prompted the makeshift garden. I was surprised how many beans, tomatoes, strawberries, lettuce, and beyond can be grown in a few buckets from the Dollar Store:
But now a lot of the debris has been hauled away and the overgrown shrubs and bushes removed.
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| Everybody helps with clean up! |
We will have built the new chicken coop.
And rehabed the man made pond for Charlotte the duck to enjoy.
And the kid's rooms will be painted, organized, and looking more homey.
And I will sprout all my seeds at the right time for optimal growth (a girl can dream).
And maybe my house will be clean (doubtful).
And maybe all the laundry will be folded (when pigs fly).
After typing this, I'm starting to think my love of potential is a disease... Somebody help me please.













