Extraordinary

I saw this news story this morning about a woman who went through her whole life wanting to be an author, but never trying. She was a successful teacher and had a wonderful family, but still had this dream in the back of her mind. At age 40 or 45, somewhere around there, she finally started writing and was published. One of her books was made into a movie even. This story got me thinking...

Everyone wants to be extraordinary. We all want an extraordinary life with extraordinary accomplishments. We want to be that person who has a dream, pursues it, and is met with extraordinary success. But what if I have no concrete dream like that (e.g., to be a chef, to be an author, etc.)? Are some people just destined to be ordinary? What if I cannot be extraordinary? Should I accept that I may always be ordinary? Is that necessarily a bad thing? I mean, if everyone was really extraordinary, it wouldn't really be extraordinary would it?

Maybe it really has to do with definitions. What I think is extraordinary might not be the same as what other people consider extraordinary. Maybe no one but me thinks I'm extraordinary and maybe that's okay. Except for the fact that I don't really consider myself to be extraordinary. Not yet anyway...