
I’m just an average girl, with average athletic ability, graduated with an average degree, from an average college. I have an average {or slightly below} wardrobe; I’m an average cook with average artistic skills. I’m an average mommy, an average wife, an average daughter, sister, sister-in-law, friend. I’m no diamond. But I’m not mud. I’m not an enormous mansion with a million dollar view. But I’m not a cardboard box either. I wouldn’t say I’m Porsche. Nor am I Pinto. I’m just average. Right smack dab in the middle. And, do you want to know what? It's okay. Do you want to know why? Because me and my extreme levels of averageness are comfortable. I'm happy, content even blessed being average. What more could I ask for?
*Part of this post was taken from my journal dated November 2007*
2 comments:
hey, me too!
i really don't agree. youR ABOVE AVERAGE in my book; that would mean your ALEAST a B- :)
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