About two weeks ago, I began propagating some succulents. For 10 days,  the fleshy little leaves just sat on the sprouting tray, inert.

I diligently sprayed them with water every morning and again at night, to keep them from drying out.

They did nothing.

At one point, I thought that somehow they were all dead.

Then one day the little buggers show up with some tiny little whiskers.

Not dead after all.

Sometimes other areas of my life feel that way too. Like I’m doing all this work for no results, no feedback, no nothing.

I just need to remember that sometimes there’s a germination period for things. Sometimes, you just have to wait.

Sometimes, the beginning is so small that you might miss it.