Do we fear mediocrity? Do we only do things or attempt something new if we can be the best at them? How do you hold mediocrity in relation to your life?
I used to have a poster on my refrigerator which read, “To be mediocre scares the hell out of me.” When I put that poster on my fridge, I thought only that I would enjoy the quirkiness of it. At the time, I knew nothing about the vibration and energy that words have. And so, I didn’t consider the impact that seeing those words every day (and sometimes more than once a day) would have on me.
What I remember is how increasingly uncomfortable I felt each time I read those words – how emotionally down I got. And I remember the poster not being there one day and wondering where it had gone. (In hindsight, I think it got knocked off when my old fridge was replaced with a new one.) And I remember the relief I felt when it was no longer there as a daily reminder.
What did mediocre mean to me? Doing a complex equivalence [NLP] extrapolation of that word, I know that, for me, it meant being shoddy and unfinished, imperfect, a waste of someone else’s time and energy, and, in my case, fat and ugly.
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