What if all I would like maybe a small, slow, simple life? What if I’m most happy within the space of in-between? Where calm lives. What if I’m mediocre and prefer to be asleep with that?
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The world is such a loud place. Loud, haranguing voices lecturing me to hustle, to enhance, build, strive, yearn, acquire, compete, and grasp for more. For bigger and better. Sacrifice sleep for productivity. Strive for excellence. Go big or head home. Have an enormous impact on the world. Make your life count.
But what if I just don’t have it in me. What if all the striving for excellence leaves me sad, worn out, depleted? Drained of joy. Am I simply not enough?
What if I never really amount to anything once I grow up—beyond mom and sister and wife? But these people in my primary circle of impact know they’re loved and that I would choose them again, given the selection. Can this be enough?
What if I never build an orphanage in Africa but send bags of groceries to people here and there and support a few of youngsters through sponsorship? What if I just offer the tiny gifts I even have to the planet and let that be enough?
What if I don’t want to write down a cookbook or build a six-figure business or speak before thousands? But I write because I even have something to mention and that I invest during a small community of girls I care about and encourage them to like and look after themselves well. Because bigger isn’t always better and therefore the individual matters. She is enough.
What if I just accept this mediocre body of mine that’s neither big nor small? Just in between. and that I embrace that I even have no desire to figure for rock hard abs or 18% body fat. and that I reconcile with it and choose that once I lie on my deathbed I will be able to never regret having just been me. Take me or leave me.
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