Who knew accepting mediocrity could be so liberating? In all seriousness, i feel like facing it can be so daunting and a bit existential (in a scary but good way).
"And how happy I am to have mediocrity to come back to rather than nothing at all."
I think this sentence wonderfully sums up everything I've been battling in my own head recently - being afraid to do the wrong things so that I end up not doing anything at all - neither responsibility or pleasure. I just sit there or wander aimlessly like a Sim. But the focus and motivation and whim is swinging back around. And reading things like this helps. Now if only I could remember to eat.
Who knew accepting mediocrity could be so liberating? In all seriousness, i feel like facing it can be so daunting and a bit existential (in a scary but good way).
"And how happy I am to have mediocrity to come back to rather than nothing at all."
I think this sentence wonderfully sums up everything I've been battling in my own head recently - being afraid to do the wrong things so that I end up not doing anything at all - neither responsibility or pleasure. I just sit there or wander aimlessly like a Sim. But the focus and motivation and whim is swinging back around. And reading things like this helps. Now if only I could remember to eat.