Here’s to accepting it’s okay to be average sometimes

To be the best, the very very best, on top of your game at all times . . .

Enough. We’ve all had enough.

It’s exhausting, unrealistic, and unsustainable.

Pressure may turn coal into diamonds, but are we simply aspiring to be shiny stones?

Thanks, but no thanks.

Here’s to going for what you want, but also staying open to possibilities.

Here’s to starting new things with curiosity and its cooky cousins, awkwardness and missteps.

Here’s to trying things with a beginner’s mind and beginner’s joy, with or without beginner’s luck.

Being bad at new things is not only okay, it’s normal. Average is the way forward, for a good long while, before anyone becomes the best at anything.

Average is the place where we get our feet wet, fail forward and learn the most.

Average gives us breathing room to explore and experiment and expand.

Average gives us space and downtime to tune into the seasons and cycles of our life.

If you’re already the best, I wish you the best.

But if you’re aching that you’re not there yet, would it help to know that there is no there, only the pressure to find what’s next?

On average, we forget average is relative.

On average, we forget that average is part of the experience, not a permanent home in which to feel less than, but steady ground on which to stand on, while growing above and beyond what we deemed possible.