I am part of the mediocrity.
I am not the same league as those I aspire to be.
I am not thought-leader material.
My superiority complex needs to come down to earth. Perhaps, once I admit I am mediocre, I will become less cynical and sarcastic towards those I find stupid, because, in effect, I am the same.
It is a reality check – perhaps no one will ever fly me around first class to talk about me, nor will they find my ideas on playfulness and stress management interesting. Perhaps I will accomplish what I set out to do.
I had depression, and it gave me a narrative, an opportunity to learn, an escape from myself, and a chance to reengineer myself. But 1.2 million other people in the world are struggling or have battled with depression too.
I am not so special; so I do not need to impose a burden on myself that I need to be different, be outstanding, be innovative, be forward thinking.
I am just me. I do the fish face. Part of the mediocrity.