I started to think about how fantastic it is to be ordinary. A word so many seem to want to be as far away from as possible. Especially if/when it’s combined or put in context with our lives and self image.

To be successful (in the eyes of others) today is equal to monetary fortune, revere (no matter how short the fame is, and let’s be honest it far shorter than the previous 15 minutes), perfection in all its forms, likes and shares. No wonder mental illness is skyrocketing, to constantly be measured against this unattainable must be totally draining.

Don’t get me wrong, success (monetary and fame) is nothing bad (if you can handle it, surprisingly many seem not to). It’s the icing of the cake, the cherry on the top, it’s the fairy glitter we can seek, but I’m not convinced it’s for everyone. Not to the level that people think anyway.

I do however believe you can be successful without the fame and the fortune. I see myself as successful. I have a good life with ordinary stuff. No, I’m not JK Rowling’s rich and there are plenty of things I would like or would like to do, but I don’t need them all. Other things I do want or want to do, but then I work to get it done. I’m very content and happy with my ordinary life and that’s is a wonderful feeling.