The photo which started it all…
The Child and I have been going through old pictures.
Everything from Great Grandparents to Mama back in the olden days.
She discovered a stack from when I was in college and immediately remarked how different I looked.
She couldn’t come up with words to capture precisely how (I think she was too sweet to point out my current wrinkled, unkempt state), but in the way of all kids she marveled at the very thought I had a life long before moving to Guatemala.
She was shocked I’d once cropped/bleached my hair.
She scrutinized photos and asked for stories.
I watched as she began to formulate an image of who I was and what I did before she was in our lives.
As she lingered on a photo from a bodybuilding competition she asked:
Does it make you sad you don’t have muscles like this any more?
To say I could hear the Husband gasp from the other room would be an understatement.
I think he wondered if her honesty (to her it’s all just information) would hurt my feelings?
The thing is, as the saying goes, we can lie to others but we can’t lie to ourselves.
I’m honest with me.
Not having resistance training as a focal point in my life has been a choice and not an accident.
currently, lately being “just OKAY” is just perfect!
In a world filled with people competing to be the next big thing (or Periscope star)–right now I’m OK being average.
In a world filled with people vying for the spotlight, right now I’m content in the middle of the pack.
I’m happily average and it isn’t about being lazy either.
Successful doesn’t mean extraordinary.
Realization of that statement was an eyeopener for me. Ponder it for a moment. Sure some successful people are quite extraordinary. Others are merely a confluence of being in the right place at the right time with a dash of luck on top.
I believe I’ve touched and helped a number of people in a variety of small ways.
I’m OK with that level of OKAYness.
Consistency of effort is OKAY too.
Consistency is not typically lauded as success. In my world consistency is all the success I need.
Average doesn’t mean I don’t try or I’m not happy.
This last idea is a pivotal one for me. It’s the cornerstone of my life and of our #wycwyc concept.
I’ve identified my goals. I’ve named my priorities. I work toward living/achieving both each day. All these together result in a happy me.
And yet I realize we’re all different. For some not striving each day to be #1 would be less than living fully.
For me happiness is a direct result of *not* striving for perfection.
My happy emerges when I do what I can each day without becoming all consumed by goal achievement in any arena.
In the end, I simply explained to the Child I didn’t mind my muscles weren’t “big” any more.
I shared with her my musings on being average in a way a 9 year old could understand.
I’m average. In most realms. And I’m happy about that.
- What are your thoughts on how average has transitioned to mean “less than?”
- Do you believe average as negative & striving to be #1 is more intense in social media than offline?