If you can’t be the best then be the best you can be.
Or something like that.
I’m not the best at anything.
I’m competent at half a dozen things.
I can bluff my way through a few more but I’m not the best.
I want to be more.
You know that morose feeling you get when you try something and then you wonder why bother. Someone else has already done this or is currently doing this better than me.
Or worse there is someone out there doing something crazily original and outstanding that I couldn’t think of if my life depended on it.
I want to be creative and make a difference and save the world and be the next Mother Teresa.
Or not. But you know what I mean.
There are some seriously inspiring and brilliant people out there and I’m not one of them.
I have gotten to the stage where I am actually good and not being good at things.
Obviously not make sense is something I excel at.
Reversing into my driveway… so good at being bad at that.
But in reality I am good at being me.
Not perfect at anything but trying as hard as I can… when I have the energy.
I am the only mother my boys have, the only wife that my husband has (hopefully… he does travel a lot), the only daughter my parents have and the only sister my brother has.
These are the roles that only I fulfill so I guess by default I’m the best at them.
I’m also a good friend to a handful of people that I couldn’t live without and care for me so beautifully that I don’t have the words to thank them. x
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