Each day offers the invitation to be ordinary.
Like an old sweater it waits for you, familiar, comfortable, safe.
It would be easier to just accept it. To give in. To give up.
You were never meant for ordinary. Plain is not your pronouncement. Common is not your curse.
Write the book. Open the business. Dream the dream whatever unique shape perfectly haunts your unique soul.
Each day offers the invitation to be ordinary. Do not accept it.