While I’m certain I’m pretty, I’m not the most beautiful woman in the world.
I have never invented anything particularly life altering. Actually I haven’t invented anything.
I’ve never won a race (except for Student Body President in 5th grade), and in fact I’m very non-athletic.
In my sphere of professional existence I certainly do important things, but when measured against the vast world of commerce, I don’t have an especially important job.
Please don’t misunderstand. I’m not feeling gloomy about my existence. Quite the contrary. Because you see, while I am an ordinary woman, I see the possibilities of today. And tomorrow. And the next. And now, perhaps more than ever, I believe in my ability to be extraordinary and do extraordinary things.
I’ve seen things and experienced things and been a part of things recently, that have changed me. Moved me. To my core. In ways I’ve never been changed. I’ve felt things that have caused my ability to dream and my capacity to achieve to grow so exponentially that it might perhaps be impossible to explain. I have seen greatness in others and in the lives they lead. I’ve seen the way humankind, when at its best, can love beyond expectation. I’ve seen generosity that defies all cause for want. I’ve seen miracles happen when men, and women, and children unite in their goal to better their corner of the world.
I believe. That every thing and every person has a purpose. And I believe. That one’s purpose is never small. I believe. That despite the things that make us ordinary, we are all meant to do extraordinary things and thus become extraordinary beings. I believe. That we are meant to dream, create, and achieve. I believe. We are meant and find and experience joy beyond words. I believe. That now that I understand this I can never go back. And I don’t want to go back. Only forward. Becoming more. Than I could have made myself on my own.
Yes, I am an ordinary woman.
But I can do extraordinary things.