I was about 13yrs old when my mom came home with this scrawny stick that had a bag tied over its roots. We headed straight to the front yard of our new house to make a home for it.
Whenever I’d water it, I’d feel a slight pang thinking it was hopeless because I couldn’t see the growth. Year after year I grew tired of watering this fragile excuse of a tree.
Then I went away for college and every time I came home, she was noticeably different. Now she towers over me.
She had been growing all along but my familiarity with her made me blind to it.
Don’t overlook your small victories that are contributing to the bigger picture.
Sometimes you have to reset your perspective to take notice of your growth.