Adventures in mediocrity
I made the realization today that I'm a pretty mediocre person. I don't have anything that I really excel at. I like to do a lot of things but nothing really really well.
Cooking - I can cook, somewhat, but pretty much only with a recipe and it's usually semi-homemade (I'm not much of a "from scratch" girl). I remember someone saying once that you aren't really a cook if you have to use a recipe. I guess I'll never be a cook then.
Baking - I like to bake more than cook but, as I proved today with my disaster of a Valentine's Day cake, I'm not that great of a baker either.
Sewing/crafts - I really love to sew and do crafts, but everything I make turns out just...well...ok. I always dreamed that I would be good enough at a certain craft so that I could take my goods and sell them somewhere. So far, I have made nothing worthy enough for selling. Most of what I make is barely good enough to pass on to friends and family for gifts and even then I usually have to apologize for the stitching, etc.
Those are the main things...the rest, well...I'm an OK dresser, decent with my makeup, anal about cleaning and organizing some things and HORRIBLE about taking care of others. I was always a decent singer, but Simon would heckle me to pieces if I even auditioned for American Idol. I used to think I was a good dancer, but my coordination left me during childbirth I think. And don't even get me started about being a good wife and mother...I feel pretty mediocre about those as well.
I don't know if I should lower my expectations and be content with my mediocrity, or if I should continue to push myself and strive for more. Some days I feel like I should just give up trying, because the dissapointment of my failures can be overwhelming. If I could just find that one thing, that ONE thing I'm really good at I would feel a little better.