I think I’m on a pretty even keel most of the time. I’m one of the even-keel-ingest people I know. And my thought tonight is that most people probably think that of themselves, too. I mean, you only have yourself to compare yourself to – so you probably, like me, see about half of your friends as being more negative and about half being more Pollyanna-ish leaving you as the normal average one. Am I right?
When I write, I want those comparisons to stay away. I don’t want to be average, but I think that’s the best place to start. I want to evoke emotion. But I want it to be real, to be uncoaxed and underived. I want you the reader to think for yourself, with my only input being the words on the page/screen. I want your estimation of average to sit down with my estimation of average and have a coffee or two over what’s being shared.
I’m not going to tell you what to think. I’ve already got the thought that it’s pretty good, so I honestly don’t need the pedestal. What I need is to know that something real has transpired over these pixels, that you and I have had something, well, “average” happen between us.
So, no expectations – if anything, perhaps slightly lower than average expectation on my part since your average might in fact have the better of my average, meaning you should’ve stepped up to the plate to write this out instead of me. But I digress.
My point, if there is one, is that average might be the ultimate starting place as well as the ultimate goal. That space with the most meaning, the highest point in the Bell curve, might be the best place to write from, to read from, to think from, and then from there to move forward together.
Average and absolutely brilliant aren’t that far from each other. But I’ll leave that for you to decide.