Mediocre. Average. Meh.
Nobody wants that label. It doesn’t matter if it’s applied to you at work, the dinner you just made, or your skills as a spouse. I feel like I’ve spent much of my life trying to outrun mediocre.
Extraordinary. Outstanding. Exemplary.
Those are the labels you want.
But each set of labels have one thing in common — they’re relative to the people in the room. They require a comparison. Mediocre in relation to who? Extraordinary compared to what?
Sometimes, you just gotta change rooms. Recognizing when is next level.
