I am mediocre at best in most things I do in life.

As a child I was a middle.  I couldn’t even manage to be first or last.  Just right there in the middle.  Sure I can’t take credit or blame for being birthed in the middle.  But that’s kind of a kick start to mediocre.  Eh?

All through those growing up years I managed to pull off dull by getting grades in school enough to pass.  Not good enough to be stellar and not bad enough to get in trouble.

I excelled at ordinary all through high school.  There were no sports teams clamoring for me or scholastic needs not being met because of me.  I filled my spot.  I did an okay job of it.

I did kick it up a notch in college.  And I stepped out of my comfort zone to try arm wrestling, martial arts, biking, kayaking and a few other physical challenges.  Loved them all.  Still love being physical.  But I didn’t make the big leagues in any of them.  Didn’t really try.  Didn’t really have the skills.

I further pushed my mediocre limits by starting a blog.  Trying to draw.  I even bought water colors.  I play with saws and such making objects of wood.  No, you won’t see any of these things in any galleries.  Or hanging on anyone’s fridge.  Not even mine.

Though these things in life I do only mediocre, and marginally mediocre at that,  I manage to do life exceptionally well.  Because I love doing it.  Every single thing I try – I try with the excitement of creating and experiencing and existing.

I may not set flame to the world with my thoughts, my words, or my own existence.

That’s not my role in life.

I exist to be excited by the world.

I am fueled by the exceptional that exists around me.  I breathe it.  I live it.  I love it.  I cherish it.  I tingle with the excitement of the music and the brilliance of the perfectly captured thought in another’s word and prose.  I thrive on the pulse of the academic, the exceptional physical feat, the undefeatable spirit.  Give me a view from a mountain top that I can’t capture with paint, or photography, or express in word-and I am  at that moment more than I ever thought I could be.  By what I feel inside.

I am inspired by the world to try.  To experience.  To push myself to do something I otherwise may not have tried.

I may be mediocre in ability.

But I am exceptional at thriving on the experience.