I don’t have anything groundbreaking to share today other than that it shaped up to be a very good day. There was nothing special about it. I didn’t get quite enough sleep last night, something which has become an increasingly frequent predicament. I didn’t knock it out of the park at work and I didn’t force myself to exercise when I got home. My dirty dishes are still in the sink and my To Do list looks about the same as it did yesterday. 

I failed today, not in the epic rock bottom, nothing left to lose, start from scratch, rebuild from the ground up kind of way. Today was as average as it gets. It could easily be deemed a grand disappointment or a passable effort depending on who you ask. I accomplished a few things and procrastinated some others. On a scale from one to ten, today would have landed on the grey tick mark between five and six. 

Yet, despite all of this bland averageness, I’m happy. Things are far from perfect but, at this moment, I feel like I’m exactly who I’m supposed to be, flaws and all. I know it’s common to look in the mirror and not like the person looking back. You are your own worst critic after all. But does it ever go the other direction? Do you ever look at your reflection and catch a glimpse of the person you’ve always wanted to be? 

We are constantly imagining ways that life could be better or that we could be better. It’s dangerously easy to daydream of successful, well-adjusted, perfect versions of our future selves and become discouraged. However, if you take a moment to really look, you might find that lovely daydream is neither as idyllic nor as fanciful as it seems.