Verb, past tense, the action of having less than no pride in
a given accomplishment
The greatest feeling of disappointment
comes when you think something you have done is good, or better than good,
maybe even awesome, then you turn around and realize what you did wasn’t good it
wasn’t even close. Then you realize that there are so many people out there that
can do everything you can do except they can do it better, faster, bigger. In
that moment you realize that you are nothing special, that you are just another
girl with a blog that no one will find.
We are
all standing in a gigantic feel screaming and jumping up and down waving our
arms, trying to be different to be special, to get noticed, to be someone. And
for the most part we can focus on one thing at a time. Just this one more second,
this one more moment, this one more year, then I’ll be where I want to be I’ll
be satisfied with what I have, and what I don’t. And sometimes, just for a
moment we step out of the pattern and look around us at what’s going on. I don’t
know about you, but I always find myself just wanting to go back to the monotony,
the normality, the safety of the system.
