200th Hope

This will be my 200th post. Is that enough of a legacy to leave behind? Like Emily Dickinson, will one day my words find its way in the future to some soul needing reassurance that loneliness is common. How is that for a contradiction?

I am so scared of mediocrity. I try not to lose sight of what is important. But I know I am grateful for every morsel of happiness. How can I not be when each day I feel like I am on borrowed time? But this race, seems neverending. Maybe that's why I never like the idea of running in a marathon, I haven't even finish this run.

I use to be so sure in where I am headed but nowadays I am unclear in the steps in between now and the finish line. I feel like I am too slow. But people keep telling me the tortoise wins the race. I do hope so, because I cannot take being second best...again.