I have a problem. (I think I start a lot of sentences that way)
I want to do everything.
But my problem goes beyond that.
I want to be the best at everything.
It's a stressful life because, as you all know, I am not the best at anything.
This breeds angst.
I want to be the best wife. (I'm not)
I want to be the best mom. (I'm so not)
I want to be the best trainer. (Again, not)
I want to be the best triathlete. (not)
I want to be the best tennis player. (obviously not. Even though I only started to learn tennis a little while ago, and most of my training has come from You Tube, I still have visions of grandeur. I frequently miss shots when playing against Shane because I'm caught up in a daydream of myself at Wimbledon, amazing the entire world by the fact that I'm the first stay at home mom ever to pick up tennis as a hobby and make it all the way to the finals. :) I don't know why my brain works like this, it just does.)
I want to be the best cake maker. (not)
I want to be the best listener. (ummm, Shane? yeah, I'm not)
I want to be the best dancer. (super not. Dang So You Think You Can Dance makes me really wish I could dance.)
I want to be the best sewer, blogger, friend, daughter, sister, runner, swimmer, softball player, racquetball player, singer, actor, piano player, photographer, guitar player, teacher, and on and on and on.
Many of these things I've never even tried, but I want to.
And of course if I do try them, I'll want to be the best at them.
So here's the problem, the real problem......trying to be the best at everything really zaps you.
Why can't I just pick one thing and stick with it?
Why can't I be happy just doing my best even if it's not the best?
Why can't I revel in mediocrity?
Why oh why does being "the best" matter?