I have an old hacksaw in my garage. I don't remember where I got it, but I've had it forever. I don't often need to cut metal so it hangs on a peg most of the time. When the need arises to use it, I'm often frustrated by how poorly it works. The metal resists the old worn teeth and I struggle to get a straight cut. But at the end of the project, I hang the saw up and go about my work. The task was accomplished. It was inefficient and a pain, but it got done. Six months from now I am going to need to cut something and the cycle will go on.
Its the worst way of being, not bad enough to change. Not good enough to generate affection. Yet how often to I live my life that way. I am concerned about gas mileage, not paying too much for lunch or making sure we don't run out of toilet paper. All important things (especially the t.p. one) but they just don't matter much.
I'm concerned about how often I present myself as mediocre to others. I do enough to get by, yet I fail to leave fingerprints of excellence on my accomplishments. My challenge in the coming days, especially with Christmas looming, do not be mediocre - strive for extraordinary.
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