What is it about my recent emails that has led gmail (which usually posts annoying ads and useless news stories in this space) to believe I'm in need of the following wisdom?

"Only the mediocre are always at their best." -- Jean Giraudoux

I'm embarrassed to admit that I'm in any way affected by a bit of hallmark-worthy cheese dropped on me by my email server, but...

I think this is a sentiment I should have tattooed on my forehead. (Or at least on my mirror, at forehead height, so I could actually read it.) Because it would go a long way toward satisfying the "I suspect this may be a total piece of crap" inner voice that's on a constant rinse/repeat cycle whenever I sit down in front of a blank page.

Or I could just listen to this song again. (Oh, who am I kidding, I listen to it every day.)

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