I like to be exceptional. Who doesn’t? Even if people like to be exceptional quietly I am pretty certain most people don’t wish for a future of monotony and hum drum.

I am taking classes again. Eight credit hours on campus at least 3 independent study (6 if I can ever start my other IS class). And voice lessons. Did I mention I am also a mom? So my children are sort of getting the shaft lately. I have a sitter with them every Monday afternoon, I am gone 2 nights a week and only partially present the rest of the time, since I am trying to speed read my textbooks and write papers.

Now I need to find 12 hours to volunteer in a field related to my abnormal psych class. Hmmm… Where do I find 12 more hours? It doesn’t sound like a lot. Just one more night a week to be gone from my family for the next 6+ weeks. Or a couple of Saturdays, dodging the holidays. Or my other option: Just do what I can comfortably.

So back to being exceptional. As much as I love to excel and have a beautiful number on my transcript–4 point O. I think I would rather be acceptable, passable, mediocre and giggle with my Eden, snuggle with Alden and have a conversation that lasts more than 2 minutes with Chad before I crash at 9:00pm.