On the rim of Greatness

I refuse to walk in the middle of a road. Yes, I fear being run over by a blind trucker, but even in the sweet little alleyways, I still walk on the side. Maybe I'm just conditioned. But I'm going to leave that thought aside.

I can sit in the front row of a classroom. It sets expectations which I don't like and which I don't want. So I don't.

I'm a decent mother, a decent cook and a decent person. I am okay with that. I choose things which put me in the path of greatness and then again choose to not be great. I might not be cut out for greatness, but I'm going to put that thought aside as well.

Sitting through a bunch of talks by 'Leaders' in a Leadership conference proved to be very useful. None of them knew that they were making great decisions. At least, not until much much later. (BTW, they were just doing things that they loved).

So, I choose to not be great, since the sacrifices that I associate with it seem to not align with my space. I might not get a job (yes, that's greatness too), might not dance on stage, might not write a book and might not have given birth to a nobel laureate (I've tried to maximize those chances though), and I'm okay with it.

I can't  walk in the middle of the road because I don't want people to think that I am just that confident. I can't do that to others and I cannot do that to myself.

I like to walk the path towards greatness and badger the crap out of my children so that they can get on the precipice of it. Yes, they have to get a job.