"Staying in potential feels safer than risking the vulnerability of actual creation. But perpetual possibility is its own prison."
If this resonates with you, what follows may help you see something about yourself.
Seeker
I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I get excited about things, I make plans, I tell people what I’m going to do… and then I just don’t. It’s like something in me switches off.
Companion
Yeah, I know that switch. When does it usually flip for you?
Seeker
Different times. Sometimes a few weeks in, sometimes right when things start to get real. Like with this pottery class – I was so into it, bought all the supplies, went to three classes, and then just… stopped going.
Companion
What happened in those three classes?
Seeker
Nothing bad. Actually the instructor said I had natural talent. Said my bowl showed “real promise.”
Companion
Huh. Real promise.
Seeker
I mean, it was just beginner encouragement. But yeah, she seemed to think I could be good at it.
Companion
And then you stopped going.
Seeker
Well, work got busy. And the commute was annoying. It wasn’t really practical.
Companion
Right, practical stuff. Though I’m noticing – you said this happens with different things? Not just pottery?
Seeker
Everything. Jobs, relationships, that novel I started writing. Even small stuff like meal planning or exercise routines. I’m great at starting. Terrible at staying.
Companion
When you were writing that novel, how far did you get?
Seeker
Four chapters. Good chapters, too. My friend who reads everything said it was the best thing I’d written.
Companion
And then?
Seeker
I don’t know. I kept meaning to get back to it. But once I’d shown those chapters to someone, once it was out there… I couldn’t write anymore.
Companion
Wait, say that again? Once it was out there?
Seeker
I mean, once someone had read it. Once it was a real thing that existed, that people had opinions about.
Companion
So before your friend read it, when it was just yours…
Seeker
It felt like it could be anything. Like it had all this potential. But after… it was just what it was. Just those four chapters.
Companion
I’m tracking something here but I’m not sure. When the pottery teacher said you showed promise, when your friend said it was your best work – what did that feel like?
Seeker
Exposed? No, that’s not right. Like… like now I had to live up to something. Like now there were expectations.
Companion
Or like now people could see you?
Seeker
Oh.
Companion
What?
Seeker
I just remembered something. When I was dating Sarah, she said something. She said I was great at beginnings but I disappeared when things got real. I thought she meant I was afraid of intimacy or whatever.
Companion
Do you mean maybe it’s more specific than that?
Seeker
It’s like… as long as I don’t finish anything, as long as I don’t really commit, I can still be anything. People see my potential, not my… limits? Not what I actually am?
Companion
What happens if people see what you actually are?
Seeker
I don’t know. That’s the thing. I literally don’t know because I never let it get that far.
Companion
Never?
Seeker
God. No. I don’t think I’ve ever just… stayed with something long enough to find out.
Companion
That’s a lot to hold. All that potential, all those possible selves.
Seeker
I’m so tired.
Companion
Yeah.
Seeker
I’m thirty-five and I have nothing to show for it. Just a bunch of started things. A bunch of “she showed promise.”
Companion
What would happen if you picked one thing and just… sucked at it for a while? Like really committed to being mediocre at pottery?
Seeker
That’s terrifying.
Companion
Which part?
Seeker
The picking one thing. Being stuck with it. Being the person who makes mediocre bowls instead of the person who could do anything.
Companion
Yeah.
What am I afraid people will discover about me if I stay long enough to be truly known?
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