A long time ago on one particularly angsty day in my teens, when
my mom tried get me to start thinking about my future by getting out of bed, I declared
that all I wanted to be when I grew up was average. My poor mom. I was such a
delight to be around.
The thing is, I did turn out to be pretty darn average. Most of us
are. But that's not a bad thing - it means we have a lot in common. We can
connect, encourage, and commiserate with each other. And we can achieve
greatness in our own ways.
For me, accepting my average-ness allows me the freedom to
improve. I can always climb a little higher, push a little harder, or try
again. No one sets a personal record every day. No one is totally kicking
a** at everything. Isn't that a relief?!
This is my commitment to continued improvement. Show up, or shut up.
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