I think mediocrity is underestimated. I spend a lot of time with mediocrity, and I find its company charming and comforting. In fact, at the age of 53, I might just be the Hester Prynne of average moments, roaming around with a big “M” on my chest. Mediocrity is that quiet kid in school who demands very little but keeps getting beaten up by those bullies, ambition and achievement. Somehow, its very presence threatens those who are determined to stand out, shine, and rise just a little above all others.