I am a hard worker, but I am not (despite what many think) an overachiever.  I have my limits.

Throughout my life I have been “good” at things and have often had people encourage me to go farther, bigger, and better. But I was happy with being good.
I was fine with being fine.

And I still am.

I am a “fine” writer. Not bad, but possibly not earth shatteringly amazing.
And that is ok.

I am a moderate exerciser, active “enough” to stay healthy, but no matter how many times you try and get me to run a marathon, it isn’t in my plan.

and yes, I know, I “could” do amazing things (we all could)  I could achieve “greatness” (as we all could), but sometimes being just fine is just fine for me.

See, with “fine” I am able to be home with my family, and enjoy skipping school on a tuesday to get outside in the sunshine.  With “fine” I have enough money, but not so much that I spend every hour working for it.

With fine, nothing defines me. . . I am just me. And “just me” is perfectly fine.

We can all have greatness if we want it, it takes sacrifice and dedication and could fulfil you to great depths.  We can all push harder, and work more, and train longer.

And many do, and it is amazing to have these athletes and leaders in our world driving messages, and pushing boundaries. And we also need people to stand beside them as they leap and grow and stretch.

And I think knowing you do not desire greatness, allows you to love what you do have. It lets you know that your “enough” is enough.

And being enough is a great, great thing in and of itself.

So, don’t spend another minute thinking of what you are missing out on, or how much better you could be, or harder you could work.  Do your best. Just yours, and don’t worry about being great for anyone else.

Just be great enough for you.