Fertilizing Your Soil

It has been humorously said, there are two types of people in this world, those you can categorize and those you can’t. But as long as we are categorizing people into two camps ...

First Camp: The grass-is-always-greener people. These folks are always looking for the next thing and never quite content with current circumstances. There are always reasons things are not quite working out, but if X happens or they can make it to Y, then life will take off. They may be ambitious, but may also overlook the blessings and opportunities in the moment. Furthermore, they often lack the discipline and perseverance to see things through.

Second Camp: The bloom-where-you-are-planted people. This group ignores the potentially greener grass in the next field over and seeks contentment where they are. And while these folks may appear to be more content, they also tend to fall prey to complacency. They get comfortable. They get stuck in ruts. They may not have a track record of giving up because they have a history of never starting.

But what if there were a third camp? What if this new group borrowed from the positive traits of both groups without the negative tendencies of either? This camp might be the fertilize-the-soil group.

They are content where they are, yet work to make circumstances better. And not most of that effort is focused on improving themselves. While they labor to improve, they still enjoy current blessings and recognize opportunities in the moment. They have a vision for the future but do not overlook the present.

Don’t just bloom where you are planted or seek greener grass, make your grass greener and the blooms brighter by fertilizing your soil.

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