For this post, I’m using images of clothes I have hand-sewn and transformed into other styles that I have actually worn. I think doing so will effectively illustrate what ‘potential’ means: being cut apart, sewn together and ultimately transformed into something usable. It is a positive, even powerful, word. But I hate it.
Five years out of college and three full-time jobs in, I have repeatedly been told that I have a lot of potential. To become senior editor. To become marketing head. To host, direct videos, spearhead events, oversee campaigns, etc. I can’t say I haven’t lived up to the great potential a lot of people see in me.
Got promoted twice in my first job. In my 11 months in my second full-time job, I spearheaded 3 activation events, wrote, directed, acted and co-edited 3 online advertisements, published more than 200 posts, formulated more than 10 sales, created 2 billboards, stategized a number of marketing initiatives, etc. I have been similarly productive in my current job.
On the side, I have been exploring sustaining a Youtube channel, improving my singing, reviving this blog, working on weekly stories with friends, and getting back to my creative hobbies, one of which gave way to these new clothes. As I’m writing this, I get why I hate the word ‘potential’. It’s not that I haven’t lived up to it; it’s that I have been measured by it, too often in many aspects of my life. I picked that mentality up: I have to do more because I am able to, so I don’t put that potential to waste.
I have lived up to it. And I have been living in the shadow of my great potential. It didn’t make me very happy. Great potential equates to great expectations. I can deliver. But when I don’t deliver the way others see how my potential should allow me to, I immediately fall short. I once had a mix up at work, was reprimanded, and was told that that wasn’t the first of many things I was not able to do spot on. I don’t mind getting reprimanded especially when it’s fair. What I do mind is a mistake somehow becoming a stain to my otherwise good showing, only because I am not expected to make it, and solely being blamed for it. Because again, that is not something I am expected to make or need help with.
See, when people expect a lot from you, they keep track of your mistakes. And they say how could that have happened when you have so much potential to do it as well as they expect you to.
I hate that about potential. More potential means less room for mistakes. I have experienced that firsthand, so many times, I say it’s a pattern. And I don’t want to stay stuck in that. I have tons of potential to be whatever I want: an international student, a writer, a host, a media producer, even a designer, which I actually did study for.
In my personal life, I’ve had difficulty dating because of my potential: usually it is to become the typical Filipino-Chinese wife, if only, because I am Filipino-Chinese. This is another proof of how people look at potential and see only that. Cultivate and appreciate only that. Because it can be beneficial for them to do so. I have great potential, but I have even greater desires to be loved as I am, accepted as I am, whether or not I meet expectations. I can accept metrics for as long as they are fair. But how I see myself comes before how I measure up to someone else’s standards. Always.
I hate the word ‘potential’ because while people say I have it, they want to be the ones to benefit from and define it. Whenever I make mistakes, I watch how they react and remember. And remind myself, they haven’t seen it all, and probably don’t deserve to. My potential is mine to actualize and not yours to exploit.
It can be tricky to stick to my own guns in times like this. But…as far as I know, my greatest potential is to become the person I am happiest as, even if it means losing other people along the way. Then again, if they only saw my potential, then they haven’t seen anything yet, and I haven’t lost them.
My potential is mine to explore and actualize. I haven’t yet decided what to do with all of it. But one thing’s for sure: letting you use up any of it is not one of them. Enjoy my Before and After DIY project photos for now. ❤
Bonus: This is how the pink dress at the start of the post started as:
And what the pink top with pearls originally was:
Yes. It was a pair of culottes. Ripped at the back. 😉It still lived up to its potential, though not the way anyone expected it to. ❤ I will, too. I always have.