Mediocre at Best

That’s how I feel sometimes, jack of all trades, master of none.  I can do a lot of things. I can’t think of one thing I do really well.  I’m not looking to have a pity party, that’s not my style, but you know, every once in a while this thought crosses my mind.  Blogging has just magnified my mediocrity.  Why?  Blogging is supposed to be fun, blah, blah, blah…  It is fun, well maybe not fun, but it’s something that I find enjoyable, at least I think I do, but it definitely has brought out some insecurities.

When I first decided to try blogging, my sister asked me what I had to offer, not in a mean spirited way, she just didn’t quite understand my plan.  She visits blogs because of what they offer her, whether it be a recipe, or a craft idea, or design inspiration, there’s a reason she returns.  My brother asked me what my niche would be? Having started a very funny website/blog/mevio site called The Alex Show, he never really got the audience that he wanted (or deserved).  Now, he also has a sports site called Ride the Pine.  He has gotten more visitors in the short time he has been doing that show, than he ever did while doing It Could Be Worse, on The Alex Show. He sees the value of having a niche.  I do too, but here’s the problem, I don’t have a niche. I don’t craft, I can’t sew.  I like to cook, but don’t know if I’m confident enough to throw my recipes out there. I would feel like a complete hypocrite giving any type of cleaning/organizational advice.  I like to write, but I’m not the best writer.  I don’t home school.  Hell, I’m having trouble teaching my son how to tie his shoes.  Sometimes, with my utter lack of patience, I marvel at the fact that I was a teacher.  I don’t throw fabulous parties, I’m not a fashionista.  I’m not the perfect wife or mother, unless being perfect means forgetting to pick your kid up from school.  I am decidedly average at everything.  God, that is so depressing!

That’s it.  That’s all I really have to say today.  I mean, I suppose the majority of people in the world are average.  There’s nothing wrong with being average, right?  Maybe I just need to find something and focus on it?  Isn’t that what we tell our children?  Of course, my children are young.  I’m pushing forty, not that I think forty is old, but it’s a little late to become an expert in something…anything…I don’t know?

Thinking too much, that’s something that I’m really good at.  It might not be so good for me, but damn if I don’t do it well (and too often).  Can you tell I really need that vacation? Well, I’m off to live my mediocre life.  To those of you who have mastered something, I’m jealous.  To those of you who are average, don’t worry, you’re in good company.  Happy Tuesday!

One thought on “Mediocre at Best

  1. You are far from average! You are writing a wonderful blog full of great anecdotes of motherhood and raising three great kids. So you haven’t found your niche yet – that’s ok. I think your forties (and you’re not facing it like I am) is a time to find that after the tough years of raising young children. Just keep writing – it will come!

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