mediocre.

my parents always taught me to do my best. be my best. yada.

and so far... check, check, check, i'd say. i've done great things... traveled to far away places, seen amazing sights with my very own eyes, learned to do just about everything i set my mind to {everything but snowboarding and driving a stick shift}. when i was in school, i studied hard... loved my education. i appreciate learning new things, even when they're hard. i am a perfectionist when its important, and {to a fault} my pride begs me to out-do myself every day.

but.

what if i'm living a mediocre life!?

would i recognize it if it was staring me in the face? what if i'm living life at par, when really, i'm a firecracker of capability waiting to be lit? yikes. what a scary thought. if i'm comfortable... and by all outward expectations, i'm doing well... would i be brave enough to change it?