Sometimes I get this yearning to be great at something--to be the best _________ (fill in the blank). Or if not THE best, at least up there to where people recognize me.

But then the practical side kicks in asking me WHAT exactly I would be the best in, and I have no answer. I'm not great at anything--average Jo, okay at a few things but renowned at nothing.

So the idealist part retorts with, I'll just devote all my free time to developing one of those 'okay' things.

But what extra time? And really I don't have that kinda determination--hence the numerous half-assed hobbies.

So I sit back with this perpetual feeling of discontent and bury it in the back corner in my head until it decides to resurface at a future time.

-D*sire