Ugh. My mom has to start chemo again next week, and I feel so awful for my parents. It’s just going to be another reminder of the cancer, even though it seems like this time the side effects will be much milder than the last round of chemo.

And I’m not there to help.

Yes, this is the part of moving that I was dreading. Not being up there when it would be handy for another person to be around to help with stuff. Blergh.

At any rate, we’ll make it work, but I wish it were different. I wish they could’ve had a nice, easy retirement with traveling and stuff. But, no, their retirement thus far has been filled with pills and doctors and yuck. I wish I could fix it.

I can’t. This is dumb.

I was watching Ray Bradbury Theater last night, and I saw a really great episode about an old storyteller in a futuristic setting. I think I’ve seen it before, but I guess I wasn’t paying attention the first time, because what the old man said really made a lot of sense last night, so I thought I’d share it here.

The gist of it was this: Be mediocre.

I know, doesn’t sound super inspiring. But I think a lot of our problems stem from not feeling like we’re good enough and wanting to be super perfect at everything. And we’re just not, but that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t do things.

When I was little, I refused to do anything I couldn’t do really well the very first time I tried it. I think there are a lot of things I would’ve tried if I hadn’t been too scared that I would fail. So now that I’m older, I’ve missed out, and that sucks. But I’m going to change that, or at least attempt a change.

So that’s kind of what I’m trying to impart here. Try. Fail. Be mediocre. Just do things.

I think that’s pretty cool. Go, Ray Bradbury Theater, go.