Growing up I’ve always been just okay at everything. An okay dancer, an okay student, an okay employee, you get it. But it never bothered me.
My younger brother was always good at everything he did without having to try, so I somewhat felt like I lived in his shadow. Yet, as sad as this sounds, it didn’t make me feel bad about myself, and rather I learned to not take things too seriously. To not be competitive. To do things because they’re fun. To relieve the pressure of being the best. I not only accepted my role as mediocre, and I loved it.
Yet, now I’m dating someone who needs to be good at everything. If he isn’t immediately the best at something he tries, & this doesn’t happen often, he will work until he is.
His competitive spirit makes him successful and hard working while my self-placement in mediocrity has caused me to be well, average.
There are without a doubt good things about both of our lifestyles, but I think it’s time for me to find a middle ground. I had to ask myself what I am passionate about and how I can work to be great at it. Travel, writing, talking to people, storytelling. I look at this list and think of my blog. I want to be the best blogger I can, and I’m ready to work for it. I will no longer accept mediocracy.
