BEING ORDINARYI am a midlife woman who has come a long way in the last few years in accepting myself and owning my fabulous-ness and my not-so-fabulous-ness. I know I have some great attributes and I also know that I still have a few areas that could do with some polishing up before I'm happy with them.
I look around me and I see a world full of people who are much the same as me. They aren't beautiful, but they're not ugly. They aren't Chuck Norris, but they're not couch potatoes. They're not Beyonce, but they're not screeching like the cat next door. They're not setting the world on fire, but they're still pretty happy with where they are in life.
THE CHOSEN FEWThen there are the chosen few. These are the naturally beautiful, or the naturally amazing singers, or the naturally tall, trim and terrifics, or the naturally brilliant minds, or the naturally sporty, or the naturally empathetic, or the naturally generous souls, and the list goes on. They are blessed with something special that the rest of us mere mortals can only look at with a little envy and wistfulness.
I get that, I get that some people are lucky enough to inherit wonderfulness in some shape or form. I'd love to be gorgeous, or to sing in a way that makes the angels in heaven stop and weep, or to run like a gazelle instead of a drunk giraffe. I'd love to have an innate sense of empathy and generosity and kindness - instead of having to work at it every.damn.day (why is the world full of idiots??? - yes, I'm still working on it!)
THE ULTRA-FABULOUSMy beef is with those who are doubly or triply blessed. Have you seen some of those famous singers? Voices to die for and drop dead good looking too! What's with Hugh Jackman who can sing, dance, act, look great and be a fantastic husband? What's with these Olympic athletes who win gold medals and also have megawatt smiles, and are glowingly good looking? What's with entrepreneurs who make megabucks and then give great chunks of it away, who teach their children to fend for themselves instead of expecting handouts and who are humble and thoughtful?
EQUAL DISTRIBUTIONIn my perfect world we would each be given something fabulous - looks, talent, sportiness, genius status, business acumen, or whatever. BUT, and this is a big but (not the big 'butt' that a lot of us fret over - different type of 'but' here) each of us are only allowed one piece of fabulous-ness. Surely if you have a gorgeous singing voice, you don't need to have a gorgeous face too. If you can run like the wind, you don't need fabulous hair. If you have a brilliant mind, you don't need amazing social skills or charm - look at all those nerds out there who manage perfectly well!
ONE PIECE EACHIf we all got one piece each of fabulous-ness then there'd be more to go around. It would be nice to choose what you'd like to be fabulous at - would you choose looks over brains, or singing over gracefulness, or kindness over wealth? Maybe it would have to be a random distribution or we'd all be gorgeous, shallow idiots.
I'd just like to put it out into the universe to say that I want my little piece of magic and I'm happy for everyone to have a little piece too - but just ONE piece so we can all start on an equal footing. Then shows like "The Voice" would be obsolete because all those people with beautiful voices would have ordinary looks and there'd be no competition.
So, should there be a limit on fabulous-ness?