We get told almost from the womb that we have potential.

It’s vague, unclear, but we start to see the outlines of it.

The lucky ones get handed the crayon.

The rest of us get to watch someone draw it for us.

Tell us that’s who we should aspire to be.

Then we grow up.

And we never quite get to the edges.

The lucky ones find their own crayon.

Redraw things.

The rest of us?

Learn the difference between the words.

Potential.

Capacity.

Some days it feels like I missed both.