I wanted to spend more time on this (common theme in everything I attempt these days) but I'm just not finding it so I'll stick with half-assing things. I'm a big basketball fan and like all fans have been watching the tournament (although contrary to popular belief the tournament is now over). So I'm watching some known team play one of the unknowns. In this case there was no "Cinderella" in the works, just a good but undermanned team playing tough but not going to win against a power conference squad. One of the smaller team's big men pulled down a rebound and the announcer says, "So and so sure is a serviceable big man". What a compliment, huh? As I have thought about that over the last week it has become a metaphor for me. I realize that I'm a "serviceable big man". There are a lot of things that I do just fine. I do them fine because I have natural advantages. My size is my upbringing, my socio-economic status, my education, the support I get from the ones I love, etc. There are a lot of things I spread my time across. And I don't excel at any of them. Am I better than average? Hell yeah. I'm playing D-I, baby. Can I hang with the true big boys though? No.
I'm a serviceable big man.