Taylor’s first progress report of the new school year came out today. Her stat line: a 98 average in both subjects – reading comprehension and social studies. Earlier tonight, I gave her a hug and told her how proud I was, but while the hint of a smile tugged at the corner of her mouth, she simply said, “Ninety-eight isn’t very good.” She wanted perfect grades. Some might call her an overachiever. But I’d call her an achiever. Taylor has taught me that there’s no such thing as overachieving. What do we have if we aren’t willing to test the limits of our minds and bodies – if we’re afraid to stretch our belief in what’s possible?
Achievers change the world.