My unpolished thoughts:
I’m a perfectionist. I suck at being a perfectionist.
I can never measure up to my own standard of perfection.
Therefore, I purposely settle for mediocrity, so that I don’t have to come to grips with the fact that I don’t have my life all together.
When I choose to settle for mediocrity, I choose to deny the desire in my soul that yells “You were made for something more!”
I fear greatness more than I fear failure. I know how to fail; in settling for mediocrity, I fail.
Failure is a chance to be great. Failure forces me to come to grips with the fact I don’t have my life all together.
To be great, I don’t have to be perfect, I have to be dependant.
When I am dependant, I am given what I was made for- a chance to live for something greater than myself.
