Average Day Blues

Ever have one of those days that is so completely average it sends you into a whirlwind of "what am I doing with my life" ivity? Those days when you wake up from an average amount of sleep, to go to your average day job, and eat average food...hell the weather is even just average. I would gladly take thunderstorms over "blah". This sort of mundane state the day has found itself in has also put me in state of complete "meh" or "blarg" if you will . Even this blog isn't particularly enlightening or entertaining...it's simply something to do with my hands while I muscle through this totally "non-day". The problem with these sorts of days is that they afford a lot of mind wandering time. Not great when you're already feeling pretty dowdy these days. Unfortunately, I have been feeling fairly "average" about most of the work I have been doing of late. There seems to be some sort of perception curve that switched on in my brain that says "You're simply not that great at very many things...you're "ok" at some, passable at others...but not great". I am extremely grateful to be finally making it a go of it singing career wise but lately I have been feeling more self doubt than ever before. This could be a product of over stretching myself, or the weather, or my period or a whole other host of emotional and or situational reasons but the fact remains it's pretty much a constant feeling. Before I bore you (those of you who actually read this stuff) with a big long blog pity party I will sign off with this thought. I think I have become Eeyore. That's right, the adorable, melancholy, constantly losing his tail (in my case my keys) average stuffed donkey of our childhood. So I guess...if you read this..."thanks for noticing me" ...