So, I've been thinking about this idea of being average.
As in... maybe being average is actually kind of a superpower?
Stick with me.
When I was in high school, I was a straight-A student. I wasn’t particularly beautiful—not in a Disney-princess kind of way. I was fine. Average. But my brain? That’s where I thought I could shine. My intelligence was where I clung to significance.
I worked hard. I excelled. And looking back, I also made myself miserable trying to be excellent.
Why? Because excellence felt like a place where I had control. In a life that sometimes felt chaotic, school was the one arena where effort equaled results. Work hard → get the grade → feel worthy.
And then... I turned 16.
Suddenly I got curious. Curious about boys. Curious about late nights and milkshakes and watching Finding Nemo at 2am with my friends. I got mono (thanks, teenage makeouts). My grades slipped. I got a C in AP something-or-other.
And here’s the wild part: I was happier. Not reckless. Just... alive.
That year, I started to loosen my grip on the need to be "the best." And maybe for the first time, I felt like it was okay to be average. And it was glorious.
Why Being Average Is Underrated
Now, as someone with entrepreneurial dreams and a calendar full of projects, I try things all the time that I’m not very good at. I fumble. I make mistakes. I fix them. I keep going.
And the perfectionist in me? She’s surprisingly quiet these days. I’m not getting medals. I’m not being named coach of the year. And... I’m weirdly okay with it.
Even my appearance—I’ve always sort of existed in the background. And honestly? I think that’s been a blessing. I’ve seen firsthand how physical beauty can be both magic and a magnet for danger.
There’s power in being forgettable. Power in being unthreatening. Power in being the woman people can exhale around.
The Gift of a Corner Seat
I’m not the one who stops the room. I’m the one who spots the person who should.
My superpower isn’t being the warrior in the ring. It’s being the corner woman—tuning the gloves, giving the pep talk, wiping the sweat. Seeing someone else’s potential before they do.
Elaine Aron once said that highly sensitive people are often more “priestly advisors” than “warrior kings.” And honestly? That lands.
So maybe average isn’t the insult I thought it was. Maybe it’s freedom.
The Invitation
What if we stopped chasing significance and started noticing the quiet dignity of ordinariness?
What if we let ourselves be average—and in doing so, became more ourselves?
So here's my invitation to you:
Take a moment. Reflect on all the ways you’re average. Then ask yourself:
What kind of freedom has that quietly given me?
What pressure might I be able to release?
What parts of me get to breathe in the space where I’m not trying to prove anything?
Because maybe—just maybe—average is where the real magic lives.
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