I live in a family of overachievers. To put it bluntly. I could blather on about how we simply all have high aspirations or something equally sweet. But, I have never liked artifical sweetener, so I am not about to start.

Some morning, when you wake up, it's like that old lion proverb:

Every morning in Africa, a gazelle wakes up. It knows it must run faster than the fastest lion or it will be killed. Every morning a lion wakes up. It knows that it must outrun the slowest gazelle or it will starve to death. It doesn't matter whether you are a lion or a gazelle ,when the sun comes up, you'd better be running.

You can, insert appropriate and different siblings names into the gazelle and lion spaces, but all in all, it can be quite difficult living with the next Bill Gates, Diane Sawyer and Vera Wang. An eclectic conglomeration, but possible nonetheless.

Also, because we are all overachievers, we can never do enough. That might seem like a no-brainer to some, but think of the logsitics of it all and it becomes quite overwhelming. No matter how much we have on our plates, there is always room for more. (Do I see patterns of obesity emerging here?) We can never be stretched thin enough, work too hard or get too little sleep. Some (few) people look at us with awe and wonder applauding us for how wonderful we are. Just try living with us, it's exhausting! Every day you must justify your existence. Every day is one day closer to your deadline. LIFE IS ONE GIANT WORK PROJECT.

Anyway. To the mediocre, I salute you. Enjoy it while you can, because before long you are going to be taken of by one of my fabulous siblings.