I was born with a black thumb. Although it wasn’t visible to everyone in the delivery room, it was there lying dormant waiting for the day I would attempt to keep a plant alive. Perhaps you would think that at the age of 49, I would accept this and stop torturing poor unsuspecting plants – you’d be wrong!
Over the weekend at the Poplar Grove Herb and Garden Fair, I saw plants; Beautiful flowering plants, amazing herb plants, and new and promising vegetable plants. I wanted them ALL! I want a lovely English style garden that has the completely unkempt look but evidently requires more than tossing about a few seeds.
I came home from the weekend with, you guessed it, plants! I have three little basal, cilantro, and chives plants and a nice mint plant. I have high hopes that these will grow into an amazing herb garden. The reality is that they will thrive for the first few weeks (because I’m excited and will be attentive). Then as I see then doing well, I lose some focus and they will begin to droop and cry for water and attention. I’ll try to revive them and eventually I’ll pronounce them destined for death and that prophecy will become reality.
How often do you follow this same pattern with your goals?
You begin with the idea that you are destined to failure. You decide to have hope and try anyway; only to live your self fulfilling prophecy. FAILURE
I think it is time we both owned-up to the real reality – we CAN CHANGE!
Martin Luther King said, ‘We must accept finite disappointment, but never lose infinite hope’.
I’m going to go plant my herb garden – what are you doing?
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