Embrace mediocrity. No, fight mediocrity!

I’m terrified of (my) mediocrity.

I’m writing this in case anyone else shares a trapped sense of struggle against mediocrity, while not (yet) standing on a podium of remarkable personal achievement. I believe most of us dream much bigger than our reality. Most people want to be amazing. Here are some thoughts about people who do not. The turtle and the hare: and the idea that they both end up in the same place.

I’m the hare, still racing around, haven’t gone anywhere (yet).

A childhood memory: flying back from our summer vacation in Ireland to our home in Rome, I looked out of the plane window as we descended for landing and the people and cars became visible instead of just dots from space. I asked my mother and father, one beside me and the other in the row in front, why the people looked like ants. My father smiled and said it’s just because we’re above them, and that’s what we look like to someone above us. I was horrified. I hadn’t ever contemplated looking like an ant in an anthill. I always thought I was special, in a special family, and the world revolved around us. I felt I was destined to do incredible things. I had no idea what my dreams were nor how I was going to do all this magical stuff. Somehow I just felt that I was headed for a bright future, not an ant in an anthill future.