So, Valentine's Day was this week, and ...
... well, moving on.
Let's face it. There are times you feel considerably less than awesome. This isn't a pity-party—not a full-blown one, anyway—but it's an acknowledgement of these feelings. They're real, and they're not fun. But acknowledging their reality (without going overboard) often helps me move on.
People talk about surrounding yourself with greatness. There are many benefits to this, but there's at least one glaring downside. When you're surrounded by the super-awesome, you really start to notice the ways you're not-quite-so-awesome.
Then there's the even more awkward position: When those looking up to your super-awesome friends assume you're one of them.
"No, really, I'm just another wannabe trying to slog it out like you guys."
But wait, I can't say that. I'll sound like a jerk to people who are struggling even more than I am. So I'll just smile and play along.
And then I feel like a fraud, too.
So, here's the thing. I can dwell on this "I'm not as cool as my friends" feeling, but I prefer the other option.
I can work my butt off until I reach their level of awesome. Maybe I won't get there, but even just by trying, surely I'll get closer. And improvement's always a good thing.